Reeling, spinning, dancing, and prancing.
Life complicates and uncomplicates.
Like a dance or a prance, we move to the music.
Are we running or are we sunning?
Trying to improve the moves as we move.
The dance picks up.
Spinning, winning, chasing, pacing
My mind is still racing.
The dance has a rhythm, causes my feet to move.
Uncertain behind a curtain.
Always jumping, always spinning,
just to keep up the winning.
Is life a contest? Do we know where we are going?
No, that is why it is a dance.
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