Fasten the ties, straddle the burdens expected Steal the show, seal the vowed unprecedented And when the people have gone, I'm left After the curtains close, I collapse on the step Is this life? Everyday— spin, fly, perform, speak my heart But the heart gets tired too, feelings are emptied from the start Is this what I want? Every day, to please people with graces expired Though the body is giving up, people will never see under the mask—burned and tired But there are no visible ways out even when in darkness I begin to look No feelings are left, no thoughts are thought, in silence and alone, I shook Stand up, point the toes, go on, and spread out my arms This is my ballet shoes— own it and let myself drown in people's charms
Fallen steps, dying leaves, the stage is a trap All my life, I dreamed of it, but now in its shadows, I'm the prop Forgotten dreams, dying hopes, the distractions are endless All my days are spent on clutter, on people's jest I regress One by one, I see colleagues leave and pursue deeper things And here I am, still hanging blankly in meaningless things I could leave, yes, I could throw all of it away But without this, I wonder what would people say? Call me a coward, but I like to play it safe When the curtain drops, what do you think I do? — I chafe But what choice do I have except try to live through it all This is my ballet shoes, so mustn't I pick up from where I fall?
And these cursed shoes I am forced to wear Every day, every night, every time, I wish I could choose another pair But when I am bound to give up, all I could think of are the consequences Without these shoes, where will I find myself after years of lawlessness? The clock is running fast, soon, there will be time wasted Tell me what to do, what would I leave behind, on the wall pasted? Follow your dreams, they said, but it is at all easy? Try giving up everything, you'll end up living in fantasy The irony, how you fought for it, only to never get the rightful fee Do you remember how things die and things are bound to flee? And these ballet shoes, the very ones I used to hate This is mine, so I had no choice but to shoulder the weight
Cut the straps, unwind the forces Be honest with myself, to where will I entrust my life's courses? Steal the blame, seal the life I've lived before After the theater closes, what is it I lived for? All my life, I lived with the fear of failing And all my life, I yearn for things, once, I am dreaming So here I am, carrying the shoes by the soles These are the burden I'll choose to let go of to ease my soul Heart, be strong and enjoy the rush of short satisfaction Mind, rest and bask in the glow of peace and elation Down in the road of lying truth and forgiving sins This is my ballet shoes, so I live life never before it seems
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What happens when I get tired of studying and working? This poem.
It just talks about how something is already burdensome but you have no choice but to see it through because it's an important thing. So yeah. It sucks.
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