Dance

The devil may dance at the core of the world
or flame through the morning sky;
I can find beauty in the face of another
and truth in the blink of an eye.

I want to dance and sing with wild joy,
to smile and laugh at the game,
to throw off the bondage of everyday life;
freedom and madness the same.

Who can say when reality ends
or tears cannot fill up the sea?
Though I know not the whole of my self
there is glory in just being me.