Dance Music
	"i don't want to be here,"
	says my soul to the wind.
	But i wake every morning
	to this animal world:
	Alarm clock     jump up
	Stare at the wall
	gotta go
	eat something.
	i look in the mirror
	and see my body molt with the seasons.
	Yeah, i'm here -
	tied to the mast like a Greek
	i hear the songs of old souls.
	i strive to comprehend
	but my carnal mind is tone-deaf
	to their revelations.
	So, please, don't put me down
	if i dance alone to this mad music in my head,
	for we all have to dance
	to become Butterflies.