When we indulge in the arrogance dance
We don’t hold onto too much romance
Because it looks askance
At all our dance
And we can never romance,
Have a given chance,
Unless we can heed our own stance
Of giving ourselves a chance
At our hidden romance.
It is giving ourselves a glance
At harmony’s romance
And half of our glance
Is a chosen happenstance
At our glance
Or chance
To romance
Our hidden instance;
We can give ourselves the heave-ho
Only when we know
That our circulation can flow
An autonomic nerve wreath and glow;
This is our normal flow
To get in the know
And happenstance
Can give ourselves a chance
At an aurically balanced romance.
We are are own chance
At complicating romance
But our re-birth
Is at second glance
To give us all the chance
To win some romance;
We are the hidden glance
And all our molecules can dance
If we can sustain the prance
Of our own hidden glance.
We love our own romance!
Give it half a chance!
Then we can all flow and dance
With our molecular freedom stance.
We are the dance
Of of our own hidden romance.