Dancer in my mind

With rhythm and rhyme

Possession, control

My heart prances in prose

And I laugh in my soul

So cynically

For the dancer outside

I am not to thee

Twisted and ugly

Slow and ungainly

But in the mind's region

I'm singing mainly

And dancing to my song

-And my song alone-

No other song

Could be it's clone.

I dance to the tune

Of the Writer's Song

Artists of worlds

And dancers of the mind

Painting dimensions with words

And realities with song

It flows through my veins

Like mercury,

-quick-

Shifting heartbeat

To match the song's rhythm

Singing and swaying

My mind always fraying

Soaring past reality

Music trapped within me.

-San Carpenter