Poem: Dance

A big day today.

Or is tomorrow one should say.

Things are happening and life is changing.

The wants are now becoming needs, and the desire are now wishes.

Time has not been still, but somehow your life has been.

Now it is moving, and everything is grooving.

It is just to a beat that is uncommon.

When will the music stop, and everything becomes silent?

You hope never, but never only means tomorrow.

So, dance as if no one is watching.