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My Dance

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 I did not respect my health
 Keep track of my friends
 Sharpen and expand my mind
 Or appreciating my wealth
  
 Do I have remorse
 Concerning all these thoughts
 A strange force
 Bothering me a lot
  
 Why do they bother me now
 I have lived a long time
 Will it change somehow
 My story rhyme
  
 The pace my life progresses
 In a repetitive motion
 Failures and successes
 Indifferences and emotions
  
 Up and down
 Round and round
 A priest or a clown
 Mute or with sound
  
 What I have learned
 Is I can fight it
 But I will get burned
 Or use my wit
  
 Learn the dance
 Forward and back
 Retreat and advance
 Seek peace and attack
  
 Dancing is easy
 Moving to the beat
 Not at all cheesy
 Beautiful when expressed
  
 The dance presents understanding
 And maturity
 Your emotional health is expanding
 Giving you security
  
 Security to be yourself
 Security to let someone go
 Security to be alone
 Security to be alright
  
 Alright is not hard
 Or overrated
 You can lower your guard
 Throw away things hated
  
 Why walk on eggshells
 Every step of the way
 Jump at each bell
 To keep the family gay
  
 Wait to be invited
 Like a waiting taxicab
 Feel judged and indicted
 A jab or a stab
  
 Sounds very frightening
 But all I wish
 Is emotional enlightening
 And to dance with a swish
  
 Twirl about
 Skip to the tune
 These things have no clout
 I am immune
  
 I dance with charming traits
 Knowing I am good
 And so much awaits
 Without any falsehoods
  
 Taken for granted
 Highlighting my faults
 Their beliefs are slanted
 But I will waltz
  
 To their reverberations
 And their misrepresentations
 Dancing on my foundations
 Forgetting the frustrations
  
 My dance is divine
 To and foe
 And it is all mine
 The ebb and flow
  
 The coming and going
 Enjoying the song
 That rhythm flowing
 I have grown strong