Not that many looked anyway.
I just couldn’t dance anywhere, wether I really did it or just made it up.
But there’s no one and no where for me. Pretend me dancing, real me dancing, human me dancing.
And the few places I tried to match, they just danced because of propriety.
The things I’d hoped for so much turned out to be beyond what I was allowed to ever have or to ever deserve.
No one sees the swan, and they mistake her, just like in the ballet. I was never going to get to be just like everyone else, and have dreams come true like others I watch all around.
So, it’s time to go back to where I came from. It’s too hard to hide or figure out what other people want me to do in this world anymore.
The music box is shut now – a little ornament for someone’s shelf perhaps. Or maybe 25¢ profit for some antique shop one day.