I'm such a graceless figure

Trying to dance in the wind

Fumbling with each motion

Stumbling upon each step

Movements not alive

Yet not quiet dead either

Pulling me this way

That way

Which way shall I fall?

I trip on the breeze

But it pulls me back again

Like trying to balance

Walking the line

Twisting turning

My burning tread

Why can't I fall or fly

Instead of staggering in

This fool's dance of mine