My feet feel like dancing
Though my body is weary
My heart feels like flying
Though my soul is grounded

My mind feels like…
Well let’s just say
It ponders about
All of the things
It can’t have
And all of the things
It does

It intrudes on sleep
And barges into the room
At the most inconvenient times
Leaving me profusely sweating
And often embarrassed
By what it makes me speak

To prove my point
I could have saved myself some time
And you could have moved on
To bigger and better things by now
Had I written this instead

My feet will dance
And my heart will fly
Whilst my mind flits
From flower to flower
Like a butterfly