the floor is beneth me and my feet are not resisting,i watch what others do and keep repeating it too. i want my feet to move just to creat something new, i want to be free, minutes of me.
my feet move the croud ewws, others move and grove i cant seem to master the true who.
comments and critisisum eat at me people juding drive me crazy.
i want to find the sound,i want to be profound. but people never help comments crash and make me sad.
how do i know about the trade or about who i am for who can say,the floor became an outcome of me and my home.
costly investments hurt the bank but for me and the floor the money went out the door .
recitals and hopes never left out the door for me and the floor are one .
dreams never leave for the hope is there critisism may hurt but talent compairs for the one thing i count on for anger release surly never leaves .
the floor is my time my minutes the floor never leaves.