Being a Dancer
Positive energy flowing through me,
negative energy leaving.
Emotions running wild,
movements creative yet controlled.
I walk onto that stage,
so strong,
yet so vunerable,
trying to portray every emotion,
trying to please my audience,
trying to keep perfect technique.
Turning my mind into movement,
my heart beats so fast,
it seems to be keeping pace with the backup track,
quick or slow,
it's in my blood.
I feel the song,
I feel the dance,
I feel the passion,
I live the moment.
by
sytycdlike3rinnposted on 06/11/2008
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