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"Those who dance are thought mad by those who don't hear the music." I heard that a long time ago, And it's never been truer. I hear the music. Flowing and jumping, Ripping and stopping A never ending, Ever changing Tidal wave of songs Crashing together in the back of my mind It is my solace in silence My comfort in grief My friend in the darkness. And I dance. I love to randomly burst out into waltzes Contemporary pieces Sometimes ballet Or random slides. Oh, I don't take classes Nor do I dance professionally I just dance When I'm waiting for the bus, When I'm standing in a line When I'm just on my own When I'm with friends I just dance. Am I mad? Am I the crazy girl Who gets all the weird looks from people? Maybe I get looks, But I'm not mad. I hear the music. Do you?
A good poem, actually. However, if you can help it, I would steer away from this kind of subject (for your own good :D). You are obviously a deep thinker.