I want to dance.
I want the rush of energy to spread through my spontaneous body.
I want to move the way she does.
To be able to sway with that coordination and elegance and vitality.
To hide from my inhibitions just long enough to be alive.
I want that confidence and that joy.
My heart beats fast as I spin around and my hands find a home somewhere in the sky.
Its all natural, its all right, and I am there.
I am the one experiencing.
Then when others see me, they want to dance too.
Why can’t I dance?