Literature
At Cloud 9 We Will Dance
Come they call, come with us, take a chance, Boom, chick, chick. Slow, quick quick. Twist the cold to warmth inside, Throw it out, here you can not hide, not within the dance. Sweet melody thump, Base make me sway, I can not hear anything you softly say, 5, 6, 7, 8.. don't open the window, he cries out, the follower holds the line, we lead from the sidelines. Swing with me in circles, spin, spin, spin, dance in rows, move through squares, folding in is not an option, wrapping around, In and out and butter the bread, listen to the sound. Boom chick, chick. Slow quick, quick, Slow the pace, this ain't a race, The time we skipped the beat, the beat, the beat, Forward, back, advance, retreat. Military precision we have yet to gain, for that you need hours, for that you need pain, sweep me up, sweep you down, and maybe we will see, that next week will be another chance to dance for you and me.