he says. a way of making a living.
it's money.
all this shuffling of papers
and being in the cube,
it's not who i really am.
i'm really a dancer.
an interpretive dancer.
stand back and let
me show you, let me
demonstrate my true self
and display all my inner
moves. then you'll see
who i really am,
not this drab person
punching the clock,
stuck in a grey
florescent room,
i'm really a dancer,
an artist.
a star yet to be born.
a flower yet to bloom.
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