It is During These Times I Dance...(literally)

Sometimes when you step inside yourself
You can feel the earth turn
And hear the warm sun hit the spreading oceans,
And even things from a thousand years ago seem close
And heartfelt.

Sometimes when you remember your whole life,
The black and the white of all the colors combined,
You can imagine how beautiful this all is
Compared to how beautiful this actually is
And be greatly humbled.

Sometimes the blue specks of red light fragment
And shoot lazer beams out into the sky
And past Jupiter, until, with head held high
You can march on to death and only wonder
About the giant smile across your face.

It is during these times I dance.