The Fortune:
Don't just think, act!
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Performing a dance
Under a sky
Of charcoal shading
So that I can become one with the untouched dots
Lining within it.
Missing the beats
With such aching feet...
Give me an allégro, an allongé,
A simple Balançoire!
Sadly, the music is not a good enough teacher.
No time for a practice
For the curtains will rise
And the judges will enjoy
An audition
Never completed.
No time for worrisome thoughts
Clouding this experienced brain;
Raining down pounds of undecided
Goals
And undefeated
Accomplishments.
Though there is no angel to
Repair my scars and blisters,
Pain will not choose
If the show will go on.
After all, I've already gotten on stage.
