Dance World.

Bodies, like the words on a page.

Making sentences with the movements from sound waves 

speak a language only feet can play 

making stories out of  melodies, 

letting go of our worries. 

Bodies, like the workings of a clock 

record the passing of time 

by the aging skin 

juxtaposed by the fading rock.  

Give the mind a rest, 

put that body to the test. 

Let those hips rock to the beat , 

letting each tic direct your stop 

its rhythm can quicken and then 

you are twirling in circles of friends. 

Be safe here, 

be alive. 

Let the rhythm relax the eyes.

Theres control
theres release.

In every motion 

you understand it, 

It provokes emotion. 

The brain is the only organ that strengthens with time.
Give it what it needs to stay alive. 

Its memory may fade

but its ability to learn skills only sharpen.'

Education stimulates 

while water nourishes.
Practicing movement
keeps the body in motion.

Lets learn how dance releases stress
how its imperative for the balance
that makes us our best. 

Its liking yourself.
Its loving your health.

Its rather simple really, 

the crash, the burn.
The surrender.  The defeat. 

It all makes sense when you think about it.
When you stop moving your feet.

Its all the in-between shit, 

that makes you feel invincible,

that fucks you up.

But it can only send you into a new dance,
as long as you never give up.