Tango

Abstract thoughts doing the tango in my mind. This tango is complex. This tango is not easy. This tango is twisted and this tango is confused.

I’ve seen the tango, I’ve never danced the tango. I only wish I could, maybe then I can be in tune with the dancer within.

Oh how I wish I could keep up. With two left feet, I’m cursed to stumble. Stepping on life’s toes. I’m constantly frustrated.
Frustrating myself, and the dancer within.

This dance is fast.
I am still.
I want to tango.
I need to dance.