This Imperfect Dance

THIS IMPERFECT DANCE

We never rehearsed this
We are a mess
We tremble and perspire
We step on each others’ toes
Sometimes we go out of tune
And forget our lines

But at least this is real
At least we are not half-alive
Buried under the weight of some image

We never believed in anyway

I will always take this imperfect dance
Over no dance at all

 

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