Dance like no one is watching.

One mans stupidity is another mans wisdom.

I can't even remember when I started. Since I could walk, I've been dancing.

Nobody wanted your dance,
Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering
Drowning life and your effort to save yourself,
Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,
Looking for something to give.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking