(A/N: Back in the game! Well, sort of. The entry is titled thusly in the idea that I would produce something that flowed somewhat like Daikenkai (Big Opinions.) Big territories... Yeeah. But this turned out okay, I think.)
Same old dancing work song.
Step on the stage and decide on
The direction to go today.
Forward is the final way,
But forward can be hard
When forward is so far.
Stuck on dancing level 8,
My progress has grown stagnate.
7-foot songs are all a breeze,
Most of 8s I pass with ease,
But 9s are bigger territory.
They pose the greatest challenge for me.
9 is a realm of great diversity,
Offering both victory and agony.
Got a 9-foot songlist now,
In my pocket to show
What I have and haven't passed.
2 scratched now, but that won't last.
One day I'll scratch them all,
But before victory must come a fall
Or two,
It's true.
But I always get up again.
The prone form has nothing to gain.
Triumph only comes to those who dance,
Who stare into failure's face and take that chance
To win all or lose it,
To grow pride or bruise it.
We all burn up with the fire within
Sometimes, in our drive to win.
Spectators' eyes only feed the flame
Inside that none are able to tame.
It scares away player would-bes,
But the dancing vets it feeds.
I'm still out of league with
The subjects of local dancing myth,
But I hold my own. In time,
The next level will be mine.