It’s called the dance of the mad
Once, I thought I was the sane one
For do not sane people shake their waists
Clap their hands
And sing alongside the music?
The mad also do the same
And even with much enthusiasm
Enthusiasm! That’s what achievers have
So it must be encouraged
But wait! A madman is the drummer,
The cheerer and the dancers left and right
Enthusiasm, that’s what they have
And maybe I am the madman
For I do not have what it have what it takes
To dance and be cheered
So down, down I go
Lower than the others
And the cheers are louder
For I am dancing the dance of the mad