Sometimes the dance floor for everyone else is a boxing ring for me
I go in expecting trouble
And come out bruised
Or with an injured partner

Spend enough time doubting your corner man
And he’ll quit
This shouldn’t fill you with as much relief as it does

Fight the urge to be hypnotized by professional dancers
Instead find a quiet studio and stare at the mirrors until they talk to you
Until you talk to them
Learn to dance
Expect bruises
But inexperienced feet still make noise

Know yourself
Learn yourself
Not present you
No mirror is clear enough for that
But future you
Let no matter how foggy the mirror
You can still draw a moustache on your face
And kids in the background

Then dust yourself off
And get back on the dance floor