Of course I know this dance,
Everyone knows this dance.
Is there anyone that doesn't know this dance?
It's so easy I could do it with my eyes closed.
I could probably even turn off my brain and leave my soul at the
door.
This dance is done the same way everyday all over the world
and it's been that way for over a thousand years,
refined so that there's only a few different moves to fake
unfreshly sophisticated dehydrated and concentrated
everyone goes around in circles following each other gracelessly
as if there were circles or others or lines on the ground
or commands that somehow got stuck in their ears
determining me
and/or
my footsteps?
I think
don't This
dance isn't for me.
so.
You'll have to play music if you
want me to dance.
You'll have to make the music if you want me to dance.
You'll have to be music if you want me to dance.
And you'll have to say please.
because I dance behind you
I dance on top of your head
freer than angels and softer than their shimmering hairs
I dance where you write checks—
in the dark, in the mailbox,
and quickly down the freezer aisle
I dance wherever I want to
and all it costs is courage
and all it wastes is time
I would've spent wishing I was laughing
or smiling playing dancing or
loving more than I already am not
on any other normal 70° sober wallflower shy day
spent in the sun watering the cement
with my unshed tears
my unshared thoughts
my unspoken fears and
my unvoiced opinion
is:
We ought to leave the rat race to the rats
because we are so dearly missing our only chance
to look up breathe in the stars and dance out our human dance.
Stones won't bleed for us but mountains will cry
if we die before we do what we were born to do.
And I'm not talking about me, dear,
I'm talking about you.