Catch the rhythm with my body,
Yet it does not feel right.
It is as if I were a robot,
One who has only machine like movements.
Oh, how I want to dance with a passion,
But my body will not allow it.
We are in a constant struggle,
"Let me move!" I scream.
Music does something to me,
Brings out the instincts of an animal.
I feel the passion on the fringe of my soul,
But much to my disappointment it never comes.
Am I truly at all passionate,
Or am I some squirming child in a classroom?
Can I not hold fast to one thing,
Do I flip like a channel surfer?
Can someone so easily distracted,
Be passionate and creative?
But I try and it feels stupid,
Do they look and see a fool?
But they probably feel the same way,
So we are all goofy chimps dancing around the fire.