I try to dance
And my feet get all locked up inside themselves.
I’m kind of clumsy in life.
Which is probably the reason that nobody takes me seriously.
There’s been times when frustration
Wells up so deep
That my eyes water.
Some call it crying.
I call it a waste of fluid.
At least in situations like these.
Frustration
When you can’t think of what to say.
When actions and reactions collide
And you get nowhere.
So many things can cause it.
Yet so few things will take it away.
So, as much as I fumble and stumble through life
I think I’ll still keep dancing.
Because,
After all,
The music has yet to die.
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