The maze of life
Happiness, grief, sadness, laughter, cry, this was my pattern of life.
This was the very maze that I could not escape.
But I was still running and running for that time.
I'm not sure why but I am still now running towards the exit.

Dance in my life.
I started to dance since 9th grade.
I wanted to earn money But before I knew it, I was deeply and madly
into dancing. It was not for my happiness, but a tool to earn money.
Like drugs, I was addicted to it. I don't dance now,
but people still ask me if I still danceOf course I did accomplish dancing,
but I dislike it keep on following me.
I would now want to run away from being called a "dancer".

I would now wantI would now want to run away from awaaway "danceraway "dancery " "dar".