Last Dance

So I danced to a song today,
a smile on my face.
I Danced upon a flower petals,
pink and purple and blue,
and smiled at the thought that I might stop
and finally turn away...
The dance is slow, like breathing in cold air
and my feet are raw from spinning for so long
That I have forgotten the feeling that remained there before.
My muscles ache so much I am not sure they will work again
Once I stop.
But I think it is time...
I dream it is time,
I lay my head down, and fall asleep.
I dream that these petals smell beautiful
and would prove a beautiful bed.
I dream that I can turn away and forget
what I even danced for
to begin with.