Tonight I met a dancer
Who doesn't feel music,
She cerebrally chooses
What moves to do.
Each and every step
Laid out by lessons,
No need to guess on
What's one or two.
Her body is trained
No resistance remains,
To question what
She's told to do.
But when vibrations change
And get out of her range,
Her heady booty
Doesn't know what to do.
We all learn routines
So that we can manage
To do the dances
Life puts us through,
But if you want to dance
With death and romance,
You have to feel
It all moving through you.