Entertaining the crowd, watching for signs of liveliness and a release from capture, to a freedom of rhythm.
Flowing past the rigors of everyday strife, feeling the intensity of senses, and thrilling to the effects of incessant rhythm calling my name.
Hoping for a retribution of a sort, to bring all talent into a sheltered place of being.
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