Wry oh my

My oh wry

Too wry to dance
too hesitant for elegance
too little and too late
to celebrate

too fickle to endure
two left feet and too cocksure
there's nothing left we can't deplore
too indecisive
that's for sure

if it were all-redeeming
to show a little faith
we'd still retourne
to our forlorny
the melancholic unlike the happy
always know their place