Traveling

Yes, we all must die a little
Lest we're lots of life and riddled

Should we step beyond the gates and gaze across its shadow?
shall we step with bliss and sway, or masquerade afraid?
A paper flower on the wall
At a twilight ball
Flower may you fall
At your twilight ball

Would you,
Freed from these
Partitions
Dare
To dance
Elusive rhythm?