Dancing to life’s tune,
It sometimes spins you with inconceivable questions,
not just a simple binary,
but ones in which seems to have no answer
Lost in the moment,
as though holding pandoras box,
I close my eyes to dance with Schrodinger's cat.
Whilst we waltz between hope and despair,
the orchestra continues,
blood rushes through my veins as the frantic melody quickens,
I long for the music to halt,
the surroundings seem to be spinning, or is it I that is.
A frozen frame in time's relentless dance,
I question,
What is the next step?
All you can do is to keep dancing on.
