What if I left everything to chance,
Lingering and waiting like a doll in a shop?
Maybe I just want to dance.
Maybe more often I should take a backward glance,
pause for a breath, take a moment to stop.
What if I left everything to chance?
Perhaps it’s high time for me to change my stance,
and change my stride to a skip from a hop.
Maybe I just want to dance.
Instead of walking, henceforth, I’ll prance—
move from place to place in a sideways dirty bop.
What if I left everything to chance?
It’s time for me to advance,
break these chains, make this merry-go-round stop.
Maybe I just want to dance.
I’ll admit to being in love with romance,
flying high as the sky into a death-defying drop.
What if I left everything to chance?
Maybe I just want to dance.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
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Wouldn't it be magic if more people danced down the sidewalk? I'll admit, I'm guilty of walking as fast as I can. I especially liked this visual: "and change my stride to a skip from a hop."
I love how the repeated lines feel like a heartbeat, turning uncertainty into something almost musical. It leaves you with the sense that choosing to “dance” might be its own quiet rebellion.
Rather beautiful!