The Dance We Do

I know the steps like I know my own breath. My higher self watches in Awe and Horror as I extend my hand and begin the dance again. The dance is circular, moving faster, but going nowhere. Why do I let myself do it? What is the alternative? Dance alone?

Are their other options? I’ve been dancing so long that I don’t remember how to stand anymore. I’ve been running on training and instinct for so long that thinking takes effort…

It’s time to change the tune. But, is this a new tune or an old one? I can only take so much…