I walk alone in a paradise, there is fierce and defiance in my walk, there is a fight.
I only slow down when I sense them.
They are with me, the glowing ones in rotten leaves or obsolete objects. In the metal they hide marring the curves of the bent tubes. They bring me peace in time of sorrow. They hide behind containers and trees. When I dance it is with them.
You are only alone when the music dies.