Dancing.
The skies are sparkling
Smiling,
Screaming,
Joyfully jubilating in shiny green
The tender grass
Lean over
Embrace my feet
The moonlight
Swoops down
Picks me up
And Spins me around
My brain has flown out
To enjoy herself
In this queer dance as well
I have wings
I can fly
I can achieve what I never could before
I'm not a shell, not a heavy iron prison
I'm a soul and I can fly about
And no one Can Stop Me.
The trees whisper to me
In their language of the plants
Only something plants-and I- can understand
You wouldn't,
you don't know their ways,
and they won't accept you.
Dance, they chorus,
Dance your sweet dance.
And they join me,
And we dance in the clearing
And I'm flying over the moon with the birds.
Everything is ten folds better
Make that a million-
Wait.
The trees are talking quieter,
I can barely hear them
My brain is returning to my head,
Ow, It's big, it's hurting me
I'm starting to sink,
I'm falling hard, falling down,
Someone help me
I know what will help,
I take the miracle powder
Sniff some- Not a lot! It's precious!
And the dance begins again,
The trees come alive once more
And my tattered wings fall down,
Only to be replaced by the pure wings of snow
Yet untouched,
Unblemished.
This is the Dance Under the Influence.
Inspired by iRav3.
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