Twirling Along

Sometimes....

when I focus enough,

the world stops.

And my heartbeat becomes a song.

And I groove

and I dance along. 

Forgetting my troubles...

and for me, that's hard.....

you know, 

my troubles don't come in silence,

they rumble. 

Ans my mind is not a society,

it's a jungle. 

But in that moment, 

I'm free. 

It's just the world at a halt, 

that song, 

and me.