It's a dance that starts with the feet in the air, but never quite touches the ground.
Spinning and twirling, a whirling dervish of angst and dismay.
With every step, a complaint is lodged against the universe.
Will it ever end? Only if you stop dancing.
The Dance of Discontent Symphony
Throwing the Dance in the Trash
The dance of discontent: a waltz of woe, a tango of tears.
— Anonymous