Before the eastern sky becomes aglow
with light of dawn; while playful dreams bestow
inconstant scenes upon their sleepy stage;
yet even then we live a life of chance.
If we but knew the rhythm of this Dance,
the syncopated steps combined to form
the hidden dangers waiting to transform
our lives to buried words upon a page,
would we upon our waking choose to rise
and risk what surely could be our demise?
With every human action that we take
(or not), we take a risk: we tempt the rage
of gods. So live your life outside the cage
of Death, and dance the Dance:
of life, partake!