inka boom,
cha cha,
inka boom,
There goes the beat,
flopping up and down like someone whose not so sound asleep.
An infectious treat,
vibrating into the minds,
if so inclined,
on repeat.
They slowly accept defeat.
Trying to restrain their souls.
Yet, it's nothing you can see or hold.
Here there is no such thing as control.
The rhythm is institutionalized,
forever living within our thighs,
causing arms to quiver
hearts to shiver
souls to forever flitter.
As the joyous smiles begin to resurface
acceptance is gained,
hearts reclaimed,
bodies enthralled in this unconventional game.
And we dance until we become insane.
inka boom,
cha cha,
inka boom.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC