Life is a dance
And chance
Takes us through the moves
More than the grooves
In the floor.
A door
Is what we want.
Step through
And we got
The answer
That this dancer
Is searching for.
Like why is there war?
What are sick babies for?
I hit the floor.
I scream for more.
But that’s not the answer.
Life spins me
It dips me
It smiles for me
Then trips me.
But I take it in stride
Because I ride
On the notion
That this motion
Is getting me somewhere.
I bear
The badness
Because the sadness
Helps me grow.
It helps me know
The steps that come next.
The muscles to flex.
To show that I’m stronger.
To prove I’ll live longer.
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