
Wayne Dyer said, “When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way.
I’m dancing as fast as I can. The tempo may kill me. My feet lift and fall, lift and fall, heel, toe, do si do, step two three and twirl.
I’m dancing as fast as I can, don’t ask me to juggle. Now is not the time. Dip, sway, do the hustle, all fifty-seven steps. I can’t stop, the music still plays and plays and plays…like an organ grinder with a monkey I dance.
Perhaps I should seek coins from those watching.
I’m dancing as fast as I can, skirt belling and swirling and tangling between my legs. I stumble now and again, but I’m dancing as fast as I can.
No time for chores, for downtime, for respite, I am dancing as fast as I can, The cha cha, the foxtrot, a stately waltz all without a partner. Alone.
Nietzche said, “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
I can hear the music. Can they? Am I insane?
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