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There is Spring in our steps,
though life is not a choreographed dance —
it’s a dance all the same
we one two step to its rhythm
given half the chance,
outside beneath crescent moonlight —
blanketed by a starry sky
as the fear in peoples voices
echoes all around,
I unplug and retreat to the sanctuary of a memory,
returning to the Oceans waves crashing at my feet —
drowning out the noise until balance is found
who will we become — when this song fades out?
nothing is ever certain
apart from who we are right now,
so we keep stepping on beat as we twist and shout
trying to see in the dark,
navigating all the drama
like a lighthouse living — all seeing,
trying to take heed from once loose tongues —
now silenced by all the karma
we move, we dance
right through this maze,
truth is, it’s not just this one thing that has us tripping,
humans have been well versed —…
