I am stumbling through life trying to do my part.
The world is twirling away in its performance,
And I am expected to know the other half of the dance.
But I don't.
My toes are flattened and my spirit is dragging.
For years I raced to keep up but then something changed
I broke away from the dance
My hands slipped and my head spun,
But I was happy.
I was no longer only a half of the dance:
I became a soloist.