Life's a Dance
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And if we weren’t dancing, our feet would’ve dragged our bodies along for the ride. They would’ve kept us moving, and have slowed down for no one, not even ourselves. We were destined to complete the dance, even if our shoes start wearing down, even when the soles are gone and we’re left to finish the dance with our sock-clothed feet. We were going to finish the dance.
There was no stopping it. Life’s a dance, the end is death. If we are to live, we must dance, waltz, move, groove, tango, or what other dances there are, so long as we do not stop. Death can’t take us, not yet, let’s keep moving.
Let’s keep our feet moving.
There was no stopping it. Life’s a dance, the end is death. If we are to live, we must dance, waltz, move, groove, tango, or what other dances there are, so long as we do not stop. Death can’t take us, not yet, let’s keep moving.
Let’s keep our feet moving.