Let us dance around and around
From the size of the pricks we receive from one syllabled words to the ones as big as the moon, carrying all her isolation and coldness.
Let’s dance around and around our problems and not stop till our skins crumble and brain cells are no better than our touched and broken souls.
Let’s dance around our problems and fool them and mock at them while in the midst of a pirouette or a sexy jazz move.
Let’s dance around our problems and wait for them to solve themselves or crumble in on themselves,
And then visit the ruins and piece things together from scratch.
We shall arrange the bricks differently this time.
Let’s dance around and around our problems till you and I run out of gibberish to say to each other and cannot make each other giggle and cry anymore,
Till we find the realities we built in our heads tainted by human insanity: The insane need for everything to be sane.
Let us dance.
Around our problems.
Till we learn to dance with them.