The Dance
Paul D'Andrea
Don’t wait. If I’m not there, dance without me. If your friends haven’t arrived, dance alone. If the music hasn’t yet started, dance anyway.
Dance like delirious birds. Dance like butter on toast. Dance like sparks from a shorted wire. Dance like it’s Friday and always will be Friday, and Monday is just a sound made by old people trying to get out of a low chair. Dance like the wicked old witch at last is dead.
Don’t wait for me. I’m dancing my way to you now…ill-advised and badly dressed, I’m dancing all the same. Don’t wait, don’t don’t wait, don’t.
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