Dance

A poem dedicated to all amazing creatives out there!

A thing happens, then another

Our thoughts succumb to the other

If they don't, they imbibe our color

Lead us to act without a mirror

If we get back our senses, we picture

How could we avoid a moment of despair

Yes, a moment of repair before a moment of despair

Yes, a moment to distract before a moment of repair

All possible, however, sigh, reactive we were

Shadows on the walls we were

Sigh, afraid of ourselves we were

Sigh, each one could have talked to the other

That in my view would have been proper

We must, in spite of this, listen to ourselves and to the others

Forge whatever, that is now, and worthy to cheer!

To create whatever is worthy and also dear!

As whatever is now, will become rear

And Lo and Behold! what we felt distant becomes near!

As with awe we come to bear!