Scratches on the Disc…and I dance

Scratches 
on the disc
Form Concentric Ruts

They play
What they heard
No ifs, no buts

The grooves
linger long
Deeper, it gets

Happiness 
Eludes
Deeper regrets

The disc 
Rotates
Needle rides along

Scratch by scratch 
Plays
The preset song

Old song plays
memories paralyse
Mind stuck in past

Eyes well up
heart aches
Poison surges fast

Shake of the head
Shrug of the shoulder
Breaks the crippling trance

Yes, it’s just a song
Why shouldn’t 
There be a new dance

And then
We danced
With not a care

Making new ruts
Louder ones, and no way not in tune
For 
I simply couldn’t care