I look upon the crowd to see.
So many faces looking back.
All waiting patient just for me.
Only to see just what I lack.
Preparing, widening my stance.
Breathe deep. Inhale, exhale, last glance.
The music starts, this is my chance.
To show them just how well I dance.
Is this what they are looking for.
They look and gaze, I leap and bound.
I do not look for praise, no more.
I look for what cannot be found.
At least not in a crowd, but one.
The quiet calm of on the run.
The calm of solitary fun.