dance, dance or we are lost.

What about the dance inside my body

That which never stops or rests; only changes.
From manic to frantic to excited to
fatigue to buzzing with life and bursting with smiles
to coiled up and shivering
tossing in restlessness
as a boat on waves
loud as a feather
floating as a cloud
as lazy as an ant.
What about that dance inside my body

dance, dance or we are lost - Pina Bausch.