As I stand comfortably in my own space,
Successfully pried free from the same song and dance
I am interrupted, invaded by these steps.
A trail of footwork rudely crosses my path.
Alas, here springs forth the master of the waltz,
Stepping to and fro while repeating that song.
He glides ever so carefully foward
Evading the overwhelming weight collected at the core.
With his steps, he beckons me to join in the footwork
To usher in once more that same song and dance,
But these feet that once lived for the waltz
Now strongly refuse to carry that movement anymore.
