Wearing my elegant yellow swing dress,
The sun smiles at me and I smile back at it
Taking my stance on the red clipart vector podium
With the lights focused on me, I dance freely
Oscillating and swinging my arms in different directions
And wiggling my waist side to side
There are no sounds, a feeling of hopelessness
but I dance anyways with all that is in me
I just imagine music, sounds, drums,
pianos, violin, and lots more others
I dance towards my uncertain future
Placing my arms against each other
and letting them go in different directions
For the struggle to my destiny
I dance more than any other. Flawless with my steps.
I don’t struggle with my pace, no
they come naturally to me.
The imaginary drum, beats, and sounds lead me to the sound of time
Time that says the only difference is the – and the I
The – is my two arms while the I is my body which moves slowly and steadying
To the rhythm of the imaginary drum. As I elegantly move my figure.
I hear the wind whisper to my ears, “You are a dancer, dance your way into the future.
Dance away your misery. Soar more than the birds can soar
Fly higher than the aeroplanes in the sky until you finally reach your destination.”
Its whisper felt to me like a beautiful kiss
Gracefully caressing my tender lips
With instructions in my miserable state.
However, I dance! I dance my way into my future
I dance to the sound of time that separates the present from the future.