We’re born dancing
To a soulful beat and melody.
Born foot tapping, hand clapping,
Fumbling and bumbling along to the rhythm
We stay dancing
As the moves get harder, and the song gets faster,
We go on boldly, eager to keep up with the other dancers
Flying from one foot to the next,
And then we miss a beat.
Just one wrong step the dance throws us to the ground,
But the music doesn’t stop, it moves on like we were never there
We climb back to our feet, struggling to get back in line,
To pick up the tune we lost if only for a second
By the time we’re back in sync
The dance is harder still
Everyone seems to know the steps, to know what's coming next.
We’re drowning, we can’t keep up.
Another misstep is a slap in the face
A forgotten measure equals a kick to the stomach
The dance is ruthless now, beating us mercilessly
We want it to stop, but who is the conductor?
Weaker and weaker, the dance continues its onslaught
Of blows to our face, to our limbs, and to our soul.
The other dancers have all but left us in the dust,
They cannot help, for fear the dance will turn on them.
Finally, the pain is done
The dancers are near to me, they gather all around
I see their faces, pictures of concern
And then I see nothing. My dance is now adjourned.
The dance is not sorry, to it we’ll soon be forgotten.
It has new foot tapping, hand clapping dancers to audition.
Who will let the children know to be wary of the dance?
Just look what it did, it led me to collapse.
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