It is a dance, so profound yet holds no hands
One dares you to freight at a glance
The other draws you to promising chance
You have to be keen not in a trans, No — Wide awake please!
Lest she draws you in to her clutch,
Swings you left and right in her haze
And in between there are no cracks
Unless you are strong enough to part
A part you shall fall
For only the wise and bold
Can spin her away to uncover all
And to them does great reward befall.
It’s the worst feeling. Even now it lingers as a reminder to value every breathing soul in your life. They are not perfect but they are better than bloody shadows. That’s my take away. What is yours?