Dancing

 On the brink of coexistence

Give hands freedom and fascism;

It seemed as individual would win

With its importance pointed out,

After the wave of co-ops

And codependent societies;

Globalist new world,

Not so brave...

Cause happiness is prioritary, 

And personal experience - irrelevant.

Each one of us longs for comfort... 

And once attained, 

Boredom becomes the new extreme. 

You want to be free, 

But hoping the days to be nice, 

The world to please you

And you to rule the universe around. 

I like to exercise my choices, 

But wish you would consider me

When you decide how to be, 

What to feel, 

Or the tango won't move any heart. 

We strife within our societies

For both the extremes to manifest. 

The new age is made of the old elements

And utopia is impossible 

For human nature would dictate

We start running towards the other side

Whenever it reaches 

A comfort zone. 

Than we crave for it again

Swearing the other choice was better

Either the communism

Or anarchy

And in between. 

To live with people

Is contradictory to peace of mind. 

I dance my way, 

You are free to do your moves, 

And to be honest, we are out of tune, 

But we stubbornly wanna dance together. 

Each one knows it's more fun in pair

Or in a group

Than in the trance as the lonely shaman... 

But we can't decide the song

And know just tricks 

That show off only one. 

If we stop... The song might end... 

If we talk meanwhile, 

We can forget to move;

If one tryes to lead, 

The other gets stepped on. 

What if we cannot be freestyling

And tango in the same time? 

I expect you to proove yourself a good dancer

And spin me as I love 

And I also wanna be free 

To turn and jump and roll. 

We read the frustrations

And slow our passion;

Fade the song 

And shout some unsatisfied exigencies. 

After rehearsed for a while

We get better with tolerance

And try to make it a good time. 

I wanna laugh of all ideology, 

And politics, 

And moral codes, 

I would crush dogmas, 

But that would not be respecting freedom, isn't it? 

The path is as thin as the blade of a knife

And on each side are the extremes

The co-mmon sense  

And the sense of personal self. 

Temperance is wisdom, 

But includes conscious ideas

And responsible movement

From all the dancers:

Some synchronic steps

like in the old pop boy-bands,

And some chaotic figures

Like the individual exorcism 

At a dark-psy-trance stage. 

There is also the kind of freedom 

That allows one to do 

The most harmonious dance

Together:

Wearing the ballerina shoes

Of self awareness.