Dance Without Fault

An end met

With unsound hands.

Some fear, while others

Accept what is true.

Fate— It seems to be.

Unfaltering destiny,

Should not hold fear

Over; like water droplets

Pitter-pattering on

Wrinkled foreheads.

Weaponize instead

The motivation.

Dance without fault,

And when met with stars,

Fulfillment remains.