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