You dance as if the carpet is red
Ignoring the beige speckled with ground coffee stains
As your fingers flutter through the staleness of this tomorrow,
you think back to doing the hula on a stage when you were merely six
Maybe the reason you quit dance was that young you was still too wild to tame,
or possibly if you decide to face the truth, you just weren’t good enough
You’re laughing.
It’s because you think of yourself as special
even though you only write about growing pains like the rest of them
There are a million carbon copies of you all twirling
between the specks of dust that linger here, between the weaved connections of motion
You’re laughing again.
You were going to be something bigger than life
It’s a silly thought to consider that maybe life was bigger than you
But then again, some thoughts were made to be childish,
and some people were made to dissipate before they made it out of high school
