They commandeer a space
Maneuvering about everyone's gyrations
As if it was just they and the music;
Move about with an inspiration lacking
As I grey
As I fall prey to the beast of time
And I want to move.
I want to release
Unbounded by the movements taught to me
Which despite my continuous efforts
Haunt
Predicate every response I have to this rhythm known simply
As life....
©2014clarencecbess
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