Poetic Juggle of the Cosmos

Life’s a poetic juggle of the cosmos, we dance and try to make sense of it; At times stars align then they will cross through it all hung up on what could be; We dance and try to make sense of it; Maneuvering a volatile high wire act through it all hung up on what could be; Secretly stumble and get up again; Maneuvering a volatile high wire act you move so graceful and so quick; Secretly stumble and get up again transforming into a poised vision; You move so graceful and so quick they only see the limelight’s shadow; Transforming into a poised vision survival can sometimes look easy; They only see the limelight’s shadow, at times stars align then they will cross; Survival can sometimes look easy; Life’s a poetic juggle of the cosmos.