by Ralph Koschnitzke

Created on: March 16, 2010

Does our journey seem,
As if we are,
Naïve students in a ballet class of life?
Constantly seeking to balance
Emotions and logic, while stretching our minds.
Returning and turning through each day.
Stepping aside to make a way
Only for the music to play.
Forever breathing.
Tenaciously grasping for the bar
Hanging on the wall of our
Ebullition, to keep us from falling.
Lifting our spirits,
In time.
Vignettes of memories,
Inside museums of flesh and blood.
Notice as the curtain falls,
Giving applause for what some dancers think is only a rehearsal.

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