When an epiphany emerges from the bowels of the dance floor,
One can only wonder who they are, where they are,
Why the choices they make appear to be the right choices,
But then the noise and confusion reminded me of the reality that morphs, that blooms through all the chaos,
The women with the red dress, the men with the state of confidence,
The uninformed movements encourage the most unexpected of movements,
The eyes, the souls of humanity open their eyes with uncertainty but with such conviction, such truth,
Truth escapes from me, yet those who understand the uncertainty of the dance floor reassure my trust in the uncertain, the inexplicable.
Let them dance, let their eyes wonder through the blinding lights,
As I stand here watching their happiness spread through the air and dreams soak the atmosphere.
Let them dance.
