dance me through the panic I'm an idiot Worrying about all the people I miss and forgetting all the people who miss me It's warm today My toes are cautiously wiggling I remembered J and listened to all the songs he sent me I made another song with my brother, the chorus is 'and her legs were so strong, they carried her all the way home' It makes me want to dance I've never written anything with a beat before I'm productive now And not for a deadline or a grade or somebody's approval I make things out of yarn and out of food and out of ink and out of vibrating air But that isn't the theme There's always a theme This week's theme has been telling people to fight without fists and spit flecks quiet battling with something disguising itself as foresight |