Interlacing my hands into mazy lines
With a delicate but unpredictable rhythm, I can feel myself free.
It's how I dance, in my mind, heart, body, and soul.
Escaping out of my black cloud and transforming the space and people
Who are in danger of becoming all brains without feelings.
In a harmonious way, I'm not dancing because I'm happy, but I'm happy because I'm dancing!
No comments:
Post a Comment