When the harsh glare of the lights cast upon thy troupe;
when I, one of authority and leadership, call upon the movement of muscle;
when the dance of sound and body commences upon this scene, and the graceful followers to the words cast upon them play their role;
when one is saved from the confinement of society, the nonexistent existence of the universal mind of man, how I find myself an enlightened individual, even to rival Buddha;
the glory that I find kept within the human soul, a vibrant canvas of freedom;
those that move with elegance, those that speak with purpose, those that roles are kept upon sheets of paper yet hold more power here than those of a corrupt politician;
they that find us, dancing for a created destiny, will find a sense of peace in mind;
for the harsh lights that cast upon thy troupe, seem to lighten at the thought.