Ufuoma Apoki's Blog - Posts Tagged "dance"
Would you dance?
Ufuoma Apoki
It comes and it goes . . .
The promise of the serene mind flow.
It's all a fleeting desire I know,
That in experience always goes stale,
Like a never-ending fairy tale.
And here it is again.
The sound of that famous tune,
That I hope, this time, wouldn't end in ruin.
But I dance to it anyway.
Who wouldn't dare take light steps,
Even in a dark alley down the path that leads to destiny?
If you ever do believe in such pious debates.
But I'm not just a who,
I'm one of the rares,
Who without much arrogance,
Admit are nearly extinct.
So I dance,
However and wherever it leads.
It couldn't be any worse I feel,
Than dancing to unknown tunes or indecipherable voices.
Wherever this path leads,
It's guts over fear,
Because the dark clouds get clear,
When you shake off the sheets of cold fear that hold you down.
So, please dance with me, my Dear,
Even if only for this moment,
Because we'll never just know,
If we'll ever hear such tune again,
Of pure beauty and innocence.
We should never have to say, "Had we known" . . . .
It comes and it goes . . .
The promise of the serene mind flow.
It's all a fleeting desire I know,
That in experience always goes stale,
Like a never-ending fairy tale.
And here it is again.
The sound of that famous tune,
That I hope, this time, wouldn't end in ruin.
But I dance to it anyway.
Who wouldn't dare take light steps,
Even in a dark alley down the path that leads to destiny?
If you ever do believe in such pious debates.
But I'm not just a who,
I'm one of the rares,
Who without much arrogance,
Admit are nearly extinct.
So I dance,
However and wherever it leads.
It couldn't be any worse I feel,
Than dancing to unknown tunes or indecipherable voices.
Wherever this path leads,
It's guts over fear,
Because the dark clouds get clear,
When you shake off the sheets of cold fear that hold you down.
So, please dance with me, my Dear,
Even if only for this moment,
Because we'll never just know,
If we'll ever hear such tune again,
Of pure beauty and innocence.
We should never have to say, "Had we known" . . . .