Her Dance

One step forward, two steps backward,

One step forward, three steps backward.

Life had turned into a dance for her,

With the melody of the music unknown to her,

The instruments hidden in the background,

And the music instructor a mystery to her.

Despite all this, she moved in response to everything around her,

Letting the music take control, whether slow or fast-paced.

She did not have it in her to stop and process it,

She just shifted in tandem because her body wanted to.

And, so, on and on she danced to this tune,

Growing weary of the way she could not control what was happening,

And feeling dizzy by all the circles she twirled herself in.

She was lost, that much she knew,

In a world that was fixed, one that blurred past her.

Day in and day out she longed for a reprieve,

To form her own steps, to move at her own pace.

But, alas, the dance was already set;

One step forward and one step backward,

And it seemed she was never going to escape from it.