Life is a dance
a dance filled with many falls... many leaps
many twists... many turns... many unfair moments
Life is a dance that is danced blind
shadows are seen but nothing more
People come into the dance
People leave the dance
people reach out and trip you
people reach over and offer you a hand
Your loved when your leaps are perfect.. hated when they are not
fowned upon when a bit a freestyle is thrown in
force to put forth the best of your worst
plaster a smile to show the world
weep under your eyes for your lost soul
The wish to crummble shoved away... forgotten
a weakness... a flaw...
fingers flying to point them out
sharp tounges cut when you trip and fall
None notice the pain suffered
suffered to be the perfect dancer
to have the perfect life
you must suffer till death
for a life will never be perfect
for as even the best dancer fall so will life.