Pas onto Cloud Nine
I walk around with flat feet; everything average as could be.
I think to myself, what else could I see?
Fulfillmemt is needed in my feet.
I need to move to a rhythm and beat.
I walk in the studio and pull out my points.
Wrapping the pink laces up my ankles, while stretching my joints.
I find a litte courage as I relevè onto my toes.
My perspective changes as I elevate my pose.
Spotting the front wall, I turn and twirl.
Experiencing the perspective of a young girl.
Innocents and joy moving through my body as I dance.
I can't stop moving as I go into a trance.
The world around me blossoms like a butterfly springing out of its cocoon.
My heart rushes as I dance to the tune.
Finally my feet become worn and tired.
However, I am still filled with glee and inspired.