My dance is calculated
My pirouette is immaculate
My leaps and my turns all bring awe
The crowd applauses for me
I have all the praise I need
But there in the corner of my eye, a stranger dances his dance
His dance is sloppy
His dance has no rhythm
But strangely, the stranger smiles
My dance has no errors
My dance brings me glory
My arabesque stirs up wonders
But still, I can’t stop looking at the stranger
Dancing so crudely and so messy
And he laughs so loudly
He has no crowd, no praise, no roaring applause
None to impress
Why do I keep looking?
My form is perfection
My moves all have thought
My dance is a preemptive strike
But that stranger makes me wonder
With his feet, he follows no beat
And others do not even glance
But he laughs and he smiles
And curiously, my eyes keep gazing
My dance brings me roses
My splits bring me admirers
My crowd never dies down
My dance, I thought was happy
My dance is not for me
My dance is for others to see
And I realize, this stranger has something I lack
My dance is constricted
And how I long to be free
- Himeros
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