Watching tonight’s splendid stage production of The Lion King at the Milwaukee Theater, I was entranced for the few hours of time. Have had a few hurdles the last couple of days (again), and although I know that I will find the right answers to my questions, it still sucks to know that some things I cannot change.
So now I must reflect on the fact that life is indeed a balancing act. I’ve been thrown a bit off balance lately and I suddenly find myself feeling awkward and somewhat reckless. I don’t have true regrets, but I do realize I must find my center again. So here goes, true to my style, as I try to weave the words in my head into a reflection of self to help promote peace within. "Becoming Alloy" It’s just so easy Like breathing Falling in step with you And every moment Each breath is stolen Every day is a deja vu I’ll be courageous Your smile contagious Every day now a sunny hue No desperation You’re the causation Of this wonderful endless view. It’s just unreal to me And I feel like a woman again No expectation This explanation Is it really so hard to believe? Strive for balance With each new challenge This is ever my reality I light each candle Some hard to handle But see the sacrifice fade away With each new compromise I learn to improvise And hope is what here remains It’s seems surreal to me Confused as to lovers or friends Impending changes Life rearranges I find myself cloaked by mystery Anticipating But hesitating Am I doomed to repeat history? As I contemplate My thoughts reverberate And I start to throw caution away Victim of circumstance Avoidance of this chance And so I live to fight another day Your heart reveal to me Or is truly it all depends? The fiery edge of fate The dimming of the hate The same adrenaline courses along A crept in memory Perfection my enemy I seek solace in dance and song. So now to contemplate And patiently await For one day I will find that joy The other half to my heart Sarcastic, funny, smart But for now emotion made of alloy. It’s just unreal to me… But I feel like I’m living again.
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