A-Not-So-Good-Poem about The Life.
in in my tiny cubicle / private vacuum with books and random dancing
February 12th, 2011
It's about pushing through the pain
Stumbling through the dark
Thinking you're insane
Try'na get that special spark
It's about pushing to perfection
Not settling for nothin' less
Repeating all the sections
Swallowing all the stress
So why do we make it so glamorous
Why do we make it so effortless
Why do we make it seem so victorious
To push through all those hurdles?
Why do we make it seem so easy -
So hard and yet so conquerable,
Why do we make discipline seemingly
Come so bloody naturally?
You work. You train. You stretch yourself hard.
Physcial. Mental. Everything else.
It sounds so...gorgeous, so amazingly touching
So devoted, so focused, amid all the hardships.
Well let me tell you, life ain't that perfect
It sounds so pretty, but to actually do it?
Oh-hum, it's difficult. It's posture, practice, perfection, strife -
That's the way of a dancer's life.
A/N: I'm a dancer. I should know :p BTW, splits are ridiculously painful in the mornings. Just so you know. (yes that was random)
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'Tis amazing! :D
Rambling! XD I "dance" in Walmart in front of the security cameras because they have televisions that you can watch what the cameras are seeing. Or something like that. At least, I think I do… O_o But sliding on the floors is very fun. I think I tried doing splits in Sam's Club(basically, Walmart + giganticness). ^_^
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I know, right??? People see dancers and think, "Oh, that's wonderful, that's beautiful." Well, it didn't just happen by magic, buddy? Well said, well spoken, well everything. Awesome poem.