This little dance we all perform each day, sometimes light-footed and joyful other times stumbling, (unfamiliar with that particular rhythm or beat), This dance, it seems to me, is not really a dance at all.
If we are honest, these shuffling steps or kicking up of heels, (even shaking our ***** from time to time if the mood is right)-- This dance of Life is metaphor for darkness and light, yin and yang, The constant struggle to ignore Peggy Lee's old refrain, "Is that all there is?"