Step Up, Step back, but dont step down just yet

 One Step At A Time

Skin and Bone,
Rhythm and Tone.
There are Beats Per Minute,
And a Drum beatin  Waves
Which we each Dance too,
Nevermind the key-
cause the key is its always
really just,
Lub Dub, Lub Dub;

I mean, Really!
its all Love,
"innit"?

Here i go,
takin another chance while already
lost at sea,
but, as far as i can see,
I think
"Why" we Dance,
just might Answer any Question
You may
Or may not
have even thought
about askin or even cross-referencing
your favorite horoscope for!
Aint them imaginary lines up in
Einsteins Space-Time Fabric- that substance
we refer to as sky,
aint them lines just coincidental figures,
outlined by our influential father-figures' favorite pastime-
connecting dots caught in The Heavenly Quilt?
Star Light, moving at the speed of light but Stuck "out there" in the jelly of ancientness and forever preserved
like a firefly, just recently sat
in the ointment of modernity.
Aint them signs- like the ones bout
Vacancy or none, aint them just
cave paintings drawn within the
foreverness of Humanity's  Ever-Less- mind?
this last threefold question unfolds quite effortlessly, but
i mean,
REALLY!
     who been doin the painting tho?
arnt you the artist?
I mean,
     i know youre
The Masterpiece baby, you told me,
but if thats so,
which "you" is the "you" taking all the credit for that "New You"
"you" been designing?
alright,
You can put down your fists now,
ill need my hands to beat this drum.
and though  i know that Now
is no time for violence,somehow,
waging a war on silence, seems to me to be
the only battle that Loves got left, that still feels so worth fighting!