The hands move, and the clock ticks on
And run we do, to time anon
For what we will to be
Dark night lanes white markings
Haloed green beckons us on
Arriving by bright sodium arc
Beat calls us in to dance our whim
Hands and legs give way to sway
Emotion in motion, sisterhood in rhythm
Hard to break, crystalline cake
The molecules the bodies make
Across the floor and round the tables
At last the dreamer stands and knows
She’s tried enough and can keep faith
To keep moving on, dancing with the hope and dreams
My Gifted Life 