A sirens sounds for the daily dance
a game that is carelessly played
in covert signs and coded words
liaisons are sought
alliances made
but those who can’t hear
or don’t know the rules
are lost in the masquerade
By day they are silent
in the evening alone
weaving dreams that may never see light
mouthing the words
of songs they have learned
while dancing alone
hidden from sight
Shrouded by solitude
dusted with love
lost in their rooms
alone each night
The isolation of autism in a teenager, but maybe it would describe any type of social isolation. As a teenager I could see people interact (dance) but had no idea how that worked.