Dancing Dreams

Happy shoes; Happy feet
Dancing in this golden street

Give me something bright to wear
but if you can't, I don't care

I enjoy being free you see
If you don't, say goodbye to me

Expressing myself feels so good
Why do you tell me how I should

Be sitting still and silent
instead of being vibrant?

Your beliefs and expectations
are not mine; not your decision

Even if I must dance alone
I will find a healthier home

than this one, built as a prison
to squash my dreams and my vision

of a joyful life, wondrous and pure
so happy dancing is my secret cure