A day

Everything is possible under the sun

If you just bend and bow

And sway under a disco ball

That is stuck and heavy in the sky

Just like the dancers beneath it

Who step on concrete

In hopes of becoming as

Solid and complete

But who often forget that there are cracks

Caused by the same baking sun

That they pray to

That they follow

That they look up to,

Squint their eyes to,

And try to see themselves mirrored within

Even if it’s only a mirage

That doesn’t even last a full day.