THE DREAMING DANCER

What exactly are dreams?
Are they meant for us to follow?
Or to be shattered piece by piece
By whose heart is hollow?

Are they meant to inspire us?
And guide us to the right
Teach us what perspiration is
And make us fight with all our might?

Because it doesn't really feel like that
When we are turned down
And told we are of higher material
And told no with a frown

But the feet of a dancer
Don't suggest that story
But that of practice and hard work
And success, fame and glory

Her eyes speak for themselves
Her face filled with expression
The happiness shone like a light
And the sadness like a depression


Her dress the finest material
Her jewelry pure gold
She stands perfection personified
Surprising the young and the old

The music is the one that calm her
And all she does is pay a good ear
Every move exhibited perfectly
Of failing she has no fear

She moves as stealthily as a deer
She stands as still as a stone
She catches attention and steals the show
And only on her the spotlight shone

Because she is doing what she loves
And all she can hear is the beat
To which she moves like the elements of earth
But these are actually her own two feet

But she stands here successful
Her family filled with pride
Because she leaped bounds
And jumped off only to glide

And she followed her dreams
Even though it was thorny and rough
The difficulties were only an object
All she had to do was stand tough

Whatever she does, wherever she goes
I don't think that dancing spirit will die
Because she is a bird ready and free
And all she needs to do is fly

And so we need to follow our dreams
And try with all our might
The climb has to be difficult
But it's definitely worth the sight