wishful thinkingA Poem by Lina
wishful thinking about dancing and stuff
I wish I could dance
top to toe, graceful and precise
to be able to go wild, be free, and yet
know where to go, how you’re getting there,
and when to stop. Stopping isn’t necessary, nothing is.
Lose yourself to the music, in one moment, in many, it’s the only
thing you need to lose. Nothing else is even there to be lost, nothing to
be stolen, nothing to be taken, nothing to give. When you jump, you have no
limits, when you fall, you won’t crash. When you slip, you’ll do it on purpose, yet
nothing is planned. Everything comes naturally. No training for years on end, no thinking,
planning, sweating, bleeding, falling, failing. Nothing. Always back to that. Nothing. At all.
© 2011 Lina
Added on October 21, 2011
Last Updated on October 21, 2011
Amman, -, Jordan
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