Ever been so depressed where you couldn’t even squeeze tooth paste out of its tube,
Just because it took time away from doing absolutely nothing at all?
Having difficulty eating without smoking a plethora of enormous joints as big as each open wound on your ailing body?
An accolade you’d hate to give those demons waltzing all across your troubled mind.
Some nights just feel as if you have no other choice.
No other choice the second you hear each stomp all across a dance floor they’ve personalized for themselves…
No matter how despondent I may feel from tripping on my own flaws,
I love dancing,
I join in on the fun my demons partake in.
With calves more rock-solid than a diamond still unearthed,
Never do I get tired and,
Eventually wear them out in the happiest fashion possible…