Perpetual Dance

I weave a dance of madness not yet defined

Waiting for an apple extended from the vine

To distinguish who and all that I am -

A hero or mayhap, the sacrificial lamb.

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Dancing in a rhythmic form -

A gyrating force -

Propelled against the norm

This body seeks a wild abandon

A persistent pirouette so random,

Inching closer to the woven madness

Forging through handwoven sadness

In a tapestry of life’s dance divine

The madness comes through to shine.

Bright is the plight that you write

Regardless of others’ lack of delight.

Dance, a rhythm of madness and full measure

Created in pleasure for what you so treasure.

Accompaniments of music and devised steps

Seek release of what’s hidden in your depths

Some won’t hear the music, they will be errant -

Seeing only your dance as madness inherent,

But it's much more true as an overbearing parent

It steers you in the direction of riches therein

Creating a dance made complete with perpetual spins

Casting you amid winds of life's ever shifting fate

Lifting bands seeking to bind with burdensome weight.

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So, dance to life's music only you may hear

Despite the notes others may find quite queer

Hold tight to this madness of dance ’til your death

For ’tis truly the essence found in life’s very breath.