The Art of Tripping Over Air

Life is a wizz, like a lime spinning in a press

You try to grab it, but it slip and mess

You plan the route, but the potholes big

You fall on your face, but you gotta jig.

You chase the good stuff, like a roach after crumb

Sometimes you get it, sometimes you get numb

But here's the secret, in this crazy spin

The best moves come, when you let go and grin.

Don't worry 'bout tripping, don't stress 'bout the fall

Just dust off quick, and get to standing tall

Life's too short to walk straight all the time

So trip, stumble, laugh – it's like a rhythm prime.

Keep dancing weird, keep laughing loud

'Cause in the messiness, you'll find a crowd

Of moments worth it, of people worth more

So step on your feet – just don't step on toes

Quote:

Life's a dance where sometimes you step on your own feet, but the music's fire.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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