Zena, you've squared your toes

But your friendly nose hangs around

You're still a ballerina, everybody knows

But your feet are on the ground

But as the years go by, and points comply with ever more relief

Then patterns in repeat can begin

To have your children, your flock of birds

Your branch among the wood

You'll try to tell them, but you're lost for words

'Cause it's so absurd, how good

And as those years go by, they'll look upon you kindly like a friend

A pattern in repeat, and never ends

Pulled for meaning, I arched my back

And then, from the black, you were born

Forward leaning at first, abstract

You soon contract into form

And now the time leaps by and starts to fly, and only then can I see

That we're patterns in repeat, and we'll always be