There was a time when a trance was a dance we took by happenstance as if the world stood still while we took our chance...
And now the life we gaze at is simply a play-by-playback of all the times we'd like to take back, as if maybe on a tape track we could rewind and re-record until we configured a series of perfect throwbacks.
But here we are, reaching over afar just to ask "how you are." (When the series should end with the skill to mend a broken soul from the upright end.) But, at home instead, we get lost in trance while learning to solo dance until we've exploited our chance to ride out happenstance.