Everybody Loves to Dance

 

You say that everyone loves to dance—
To dare to move and take that chance?
Yet dream of rhythm, safe in their head,
Their feet atrembling, with lights on red.

 

You fear the gaze of a phantom crowd,
That inner judge that whispers loud.
“Don’t look foolish, don’t get it wrong,”
So you freeze as they play your song.

 

Everybody loves to dance, it’s true—
When fear lets go and joy breaks through.
Drop the mask, give rhythm a chance,
And you’ll remember—you love to dance.

 

Watch that child when the music plays,
No thought of style or polished ways.
They spin and stomp with open grin,
No score to lose, no prize to win.

 

Somewhere along the growing years,
You traded laughter in for fears.
From play to pose, from free to tight,
You dimmed your spark to “do it right.”

 

Everybody loves to dance, it’s true—
Before the world was judging you.
Beneath the doubt, beneath the stance,
There lives the urge to leap and prance.

 

Rhythm hums in bone and skin,
Like touch, it calls from deep within.
Not which beat or what style’s played,
Dancing’s how your body’s made.
To sway, to pulse, to answer sound,
To feel the pleasure spinning round.

 

There are a few who feel no song—
Their wiring’s just a little wrong—
But the rest of us have buried flame,
Not lost the spark, just hid the flame.

 

I once said, “No, I cannot dance,”
Too shy to risk a single chance.
I learned the steps, but not the art—
Still counting beats with guarded heart.

 

Till one day I let that judgment fall,
No “right” or “wrong,” no rule at all.
I moved how truth within me led—
And found the joy I thought was dead.

 

Everybody loves to dance, it’s true—
When you forget the eyes on you.
Lose performance, take your stance—
And daily dare yourself to dance.