The Dance

Watch me dance to my own little beat,
Leaving trails of dust with my cold, bare feet. 
Laugh if you want, I don't really care. 
I pity you really, sitting quietly there,
Being so cowardly as to only sit still,
Rather then join in with passion, to dance as you will. 
For dancing as this 
With the soul and hips
Can lead you new places,
And teach you new graces. 
Can show you your soul,
Can tear you down and make you a whole. 
But you'll never know a dance such as that
If you just watch me dance to the beat of the drum. 
So get up from where you sat
Dance with me till your no longer numb.