Dancing away

The leaves are dancing don’t you see

always dancing, never stopping 

competeing to always be good

to always beat the best

spin.spin.spin

a routine that has been built for centuries, 

mine that has been carried out for the longest part of time

the rule is simple:

you beat the best you stay, 

and you fail to beat thy own competitor your emotions are restrait

to come back to this clan you have to break the wind you once danced with

you must break your routine and never beat the best

This poem is about: 
Our world

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