"Arabesque"

 Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see the thoughts
That dance like ballerinas,
Leaping and twirling
Through the passages of my mind?

As a child, i dreamed myself
A dancer, perched precariously
On my toes, atop the world,
Atop a spinning, whirring
World hellbent on self destruction.

But i realize these days
That i am not doomed to hell in a handbasket;
So i will not send myself flying
Into the abyss; Instead, i will prance
At the cliff's edge, falling only by careless mistakes

Like a child running with scissors,
It is all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Speaking of which, don't bother looking
Into them; The thoughts have vanished,
Dancers fleeing quickly into the wings of my mind.