Sunday, March 20, 2011

Dance

You feel it,
You feel it as it plays.
The rhythm's at your feet,
The tune's at your voice,
And you have not a care in the world.
You're restless, all of a sudden,
So you start moving to the beat.
Soon enough, you have yourself dancing, carried away,
But you can't stop,
You don't want to.
Rocking yourself out,
Having a good time,
That's what you're doing,
And you love it.
The music becomes your world at that moment.
So you do what you have to,
You follow instinct,
You DANCE.

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