My sneakers like to smile, 

Their lips seem to tease,

“It’s been a while.

Put on music,

Be at ease.”

Those dirty old things,

They taught me my footing,

They taught me to count beats,

Tap here, tap there,

They taught me to dance,

Arm here, arm there.

They taught me to prance,

They taught to let go of my fears

And my worries,

They taught me to be

Free.