the dance

i was up inside a minuet
trying to find myself a little duet
dance with the girl
and make her twirl
be the dance that needed danced
i found myself in the corner
watching dancers and being a loner
i was with my notebook
just writing notes
drawing pictures
writing songs
I had a condition
it’s like god made me wrong

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