Keeping time with the beat
Rush of blood to the ears
Losing everything in sight
Nothing matters
There are no problems
There is only the beat
The rhythm of the soul
A twirl here
A stomp there
Emotions run with the sound
Nothing can stop what has begun
No one can say why
Or who it will strike next
Nothing matters
Except for the beat
It's the beat that makes everything
It's the beat that destroys
It's the beat that lives on
It's the soul that carries it forever
Well it doesn't rhyme but it's a poem.. about dancing lmao hope you enjoy, though I doubt anyone reads this lmao!!!
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