The man awkwardly dancing with himself.
He's got the moves,
So suave and so smooth,
Matching his own steps,
Wrapping his arms around the woman who isn't there
Rippers jeans, and popped collar,
That invisible woman must be impressed
Samba shoes, and long dark hair,
You must be king
Of your very own dance floor.
How great it must be to rule your own scene.
Don't you know how foolish you look?
But, is that the point?
Hey, you don't seem to care.
But I do,
So who's doing something wrong?
Nameless man, keep dancing by yourself.
I admire you, exhort you to continue,
To never second guess yourself,
And to live without fear.
For fear is crippling,
And you just want to have fun.
Sorry for stepping on that most noble attempt.