I did a crazy little dance today
Screaming, jumping, throwing my hands around.
The bee in my hair didn’t stand a chance.

Is life so choreographed?
The rhythm of a girl terrified by arthropods
The fluid movements of each day.

It seems life is not a path as we say
But a fancy soiree
A grand ball.
A rhythmic procession through space and time.

A bee saw the end of its life today
Under the stop of my shoe.
Perhaps my life will end with a soft breathe

Or maybe it will end in a dance of metal and fire.
Only time will tell
As it gracefully twirls towards the infinity.