Ever so often I get the urge to write
not about fun, love, or plight
but just about things that come to mind
things that just feel right
Inside and out
we are all the same
when it boils down to it
no one is innately a bad person
We all see, feel, and hurt
We all fall, jump, and laugh
We all dance
Even if it’s just secretly in our rooms alone
without it being known
Even if we’re bad at it
more than likely we are
and that’s half of what makes it so fun.