The World Is A Dance Poem by Madrason .

Why are there so many in their solitude
sucked in by their cold and vacuum egotism
nosing in each others life, poking in it quite a bit
and then all of a sudden the wind blows through
that stuffy hardened dusty box inside is moving
scared where to put all that lusty blood
like an old tire becoming young again
for just one moment one can hope to regain
a little bit of consciousness from so far away
says it, make way, make way, open your doors
let me blush your skin and make it shine
make me remove the yellow curtains for
that slow but sudden delight to walk in
if you move the world is a dance
it will turn around and just for you
it will turn around and just for you. M