Perhaps you carry the weight of a broken heart
Still under its heaviness, dance
A boring life seemed choreographed for you
The painful steps predetermined
Keep time to the quicker 1-2-3’s
That you hear from the life inside everything
When you have no music, tap out the rhythm
Hear the snap of fingers and the clap of hands
Maybe the lyrics didn’t give you joy
But no tempo has ever torn you down
You never forgot what the spotlight taught you
And no one believed your final bow
Take to the stage again, my friend
The crowd is awaiting you
I love this metaphor of a dance and performance and the way you keep it going without it sounding forced.
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