Too often, infatuated
Unsure of which direction to take
Flitting here, dodging there
Broken to the point of despair
At the highest point of hope
Reaching aspirations
Beyond the wildest dream
Finding the pit of overwhelming sadness
Before reaching for the aiding hand
Laughing, crying, loving, hating
Such is the dance of life
Never guaranteed, never promised
Just a continual flow of movement, wisdom, and experience
by Desiree Divinity Roberts