Creation
Something.. something...
I need to create something.
My hands will not be still until I do
They sway and drag my body into motion
Forcing me to give in to my power
The power to create
And I dance, if oddly
In a pattern even I can't see
But every step and flourish
Is perfection.
I need to create something.
My hands will not be still until I do
They sway and drag my body into motion
Forcing me to give in to my power
The power to create
And I dance, if oddly
In a pattern even I can't see
But every step and flourish
Is perfection.