vai minha tristeza

no no
it is nothing, my dear

sometimes i just
stop dancing

for a while

as my feet are swallowed by the damp floors
humid minds
careless tremblings of uneasy bodies
beauty hidden
in the ugliness of simplicity

sometimes i have to
sometimes i
prefer to step out of it
stop
fly away
from it
to be more i ever could
to ask for more
i ever would
get
have
be

i
also
am only dancing
on the season stage
of life