I'd like to dance,
feel the wind in my ears
and the smile on my lips
but I can't.
people scorn, and I'm not
really sure if I can deal with that or not.
because I, I am a million different
shades of fractured gray, washed out and
bleeding through, bleeding through
and my mother
used to tell me,
in a world where it's always raining,
anxious people walk without an umbrella,
but I don't think that's true.
there's an umbrella,
oh yes, there's an umbrella
but it's way over in san fransisco,
unaccessable even by the longest train,
in a city of lights and music and people who
have something to live for.
in this world,
you have to learn to dance in the rain,
you can't always wait and huddle inside till the storm passes.
and sometimes you can't avoid
but my shallow heart's
the only thing that's beating,
and I think that perhaps I could learn to
dance despite eyes on me, malevolent and glaring.
I think that I could dance
for the sake of dancing with somebody,
and dance all by myself, and i could learn to dance with myself,
soaking wet and uncaring.