Day 17’s Prompt: Write a dance poem.
The Most Deceptive Dance of All
I dance through the days
Despite not knowing all the steps
Or even the name of the next song,
Just making up a rhythm as I go along,
Murmuring my own little melody
As I muddle through each move
That others master so easily
But the pesky little intricacies of which
Always seem to elude me.
Yet somehow I still can manage
To not let this deceptive mask slip;
I still project the great illusion
Of the seasoned, experienced dancer
Who never trips over their own feet
Or misses that crucial cue,
My audience completely unaware
Of the mental audition inside,
Where anxiety reigns as judge
And doubt decides the score
In this lifetime performance of mine.
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