I Dance

My life, it circles all around;
I dance with my own death.
I deal with self-made challenges;
Take years to catch my breath.

I build a new facade around
A one-room same-old-same
That's filled with few improvements
and flimsy, outward change.

I feel that I've been marking time
'Til some unfathomed end,
But now I wonder, once it's reached,
How quickly shall I mend?