I wish I was dancing right now
I wish I was silently spinning away
And counting off "one two threes"
And keeping sure I stay on rhythm
And making movement sharp like surgeon's incisions
Instead I have feet that are two pale bricks with toes
Instead I have no knowledge of graceful bodily prose
I cannot keep my mind and body busy
I cannot keep my mind off of her
I cannot pull myself to sleep
I cannot collapse after a ten minute routine
I just wait for the sun to rise and the sprinklers to turn on
And I die thinking when I could be dancing
