Not quite sure where this came from
She lies in bed staring up at the ceiling.
Thinking of all the things she has to do.
Needs to do.
Wants to do.
Can't do.
And tries to forget it all.
She rolls over and turns up the sound.
Lets the music wash over her as she rolls back.
All she wants to do is dance; dance with those who can.
For those who wont.
For those who can't.
For those who never will, and never will again.
Dance to forget the world and all its troubles.
Dance to forget her life and the choices she made and not made.
Dance to feel alive and out of control.
Dance to be in control of something.
Dance to let her heart sing and body scream.
Dance as the world comes to its crescendo.
She opens her eyes and stares back up at the ceiling.
She wants to sleep. But, as her alarm goes off,
For the third time, she thinks it's best to get up.
Out of her world of dreaming.
Into the really real one, what we call reality.
And do her best to always be dancing.
Thinking of all the things she has to do.
Needs to do.
Wants to do.
Can't do.
And tries to forget it all.
She rolls over and turns up the sound.
Lets the music wash over her as she rolls back.
All she wants to do is dance; dance with those who can.
For those who wont.
For those who can't.
For those who never will, and never will again.
Dance to forget the world and all its troubles.
Dance to forget her life and the choices she made and not made.
Dance to feel alive and out of control.
Dance to be in control of something.
Dance to let her heart sing and body scream.
Dance as the world comes to its crescendo.
She opens her eyes and stares back up at the ceiling.
She wants to sleep. But, as her alarm goes off,
For the third time, she thinks it's best to get up.
Out of her world of dreaming.
Into the really real one, what we call reality.
And do her best to always be dancing.