I nearly wasn't a poet, but a dancer on stage
But instead I arabesque with words
I hated perfected ballet
Though dance unites the world
My sister wants to tour the nations
With the audience in her grasp
But you ask me for acted relations
And I'll say, "Thanks, but I'll pass."
I never was one for pretence
Or for lights that blind my eyes
I guess to me it makes no sense
But to her it is being alive
I almost was not a poet, I almost danced
If you asked me now, I would not have a chance.