Dance around the world, Dance through all the parts,

Dance to the Heavens, Dance around your heart.

Dance by yourself, in a crowded room,

never stop Dancing, never lose the tune.

Dance when you're happy;

Dance when you're sad;

Dance when you're angry;

Dance till you're dead.

Note: My friend told me that this poem was all happy until the very last line. Let me set the record straight: nothing about this poem is happy. This poem is about facades, the masks we wear and the futility of it all. Ha! Happy my arse!