Primitive of my own experiences,
I will stand in a sea of bodies,
All hot and compressed,
But the energy of the people, like heated atoms,
And the music, bringing forth the collective feeling,
And the simultaneous death-defying appreciation, and nothing but,
Will bring chills so intense to the skin under my sleeves that I will shiver in that sea.
I’ll feel the ground vibrate
And I’ll know every word
And I’ll forget everything else
And dance like nobody’s watching
Because they probably won’t be.