Dance
Dance puts off a powerful feeling,
A feeling of floating, a feeling of gleaming,
Nothing matters when you are on that floor,
Nothing less and nothing more,
The people around you now mean nothing,
As you glide across that flooring,
The wood gives you splinters and you don’t care,
The wood somehow feels as soft as air,
You feel a sense of deliberation,
You somehow would not care,
If the audience was the whole population,
Copyright © Skylar Wooden | Year Posted 2005
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