There were days
I used to dance
Alone
But never really alone
When I'd shake my spirit loose
From it's confining shell
To hover and watch
My clothes drench with sweat
To feel muscles wearing, tiring
The joy of movement
Whirling dervish
Marionette catharsis

I don't dance anymore
And I don't know why not
What have I to hide?
What is there to lose
But this melancholy
That's got me in it's grip
A helpless addict to
This endless ennui
Who will free me
To dance one last time?