It started with dancing
A shiver,
A calm.
Boom, Bass.
And words.
Oh the words.
Feet stamping, hair wild.
Pulsing.
Then the crowds.
Oh, the crowds.
Pressing up, closer.
Touching, begging
Go on.
Oh, go on.
Sweat.
Desperation.
A longing.
Crazed beauty.
And she wondered,
Do I dance for the music,
Or for the people?
And they said,
Go on, oh dance on.
And she did.

-Taylor