dancing, it's where i found my soul
bare soles taught me to bare my soul
hardwood floors,
bouncy, scuffed, sticky floors,
fields, pavements, walkways and isles,
dancing is my souls style.
swift and free,
glide, slide, rules must never be applied,
dance with me!
feel the groove,
see what happens when suave and grace are combined,
dancefloors i peruse,
no awareness of anything that disapproves.
on dark days,
my soul cries and wants to make waves,
turning me like tides and sending me round in strides,
my soul finds itself needing to return to the motion of earth,
blessing or a curse,
missing out on the beat is something i find much worse.
one thing must be known,
i do this for myself,
just my soul on its own,
and if you could,
don't ask if im any good,
you won't get a blank shrug,
or a thank you hug,
instead you may just get a fist to the mug.
rejuvenation in the raves,
peace in the positions,
ecstacy in extensions,
wonder in being wild.
ive loved it ever since a child,
i hope my souls dancing fever never grows mild.
from the dancefloor i hope im never exiled.
