As a child, I danced amidst hate filled faces.
I danced to the top and ignored feigned social graces.
I brushed barriers aside and broke away from the dark places.
I was dancer by nature and definition and thus did I shape my mind and body.
The wheel of time spun its frantically lazy pirouette; with its revolutions came realization that there was no place in the world for a drop-forged dancer... at least none that I could morally accept or intellectually bear.
So I changed scenes.
I am still a dancer.
I am no longer a child, but I am still dancer.
Maybe not the dancer I once was, but I am still a dancer.
I just express the dance differently... sometimes in writing, sometimes in music; but in full truth and truthfully in all that I do.
I am dancer carried by the music of life, as such the rhythm is always
easier to find.
Come! Dance with me.
Spun off from a comment 03.06.2010 09020920