Are You Gonna Dance, or What?

The day is fading,

And the band is waiting

For you to make up your mind.

The bass is grooving,

While you're disapproving:

"It's all just so unrefined."

So you quit and sit this one out, as well,

And you wait for someone to break the spell.

Like an unimpressed, immovable tower;
Like a vibrant force relinquishing power,

You're stuck in a self-made rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

The world is spinning,
But your hopes are thinning;
You've shouted your last amen.

Your dream is calling,

But you just keep stalling;
You settle for less again.

So you quit and sit this one out, as well,

And you wait for someone to break the spell.

Like an unimpressed, immovable tower;
Like a vibrant force relinquishing power,

You're stuck in a self-made rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

And who are you listening to?

That isn't your true point of view.

It's a voice you recognize;

It's a lame litany of lies.

But it mesmerizes you; it's so entrancing.

And you're snoozing again when you should be dancing.

But you're calm and cool in your comfy shell.

And you say, "it's my life, and what the hell."

Like an overdressed, over-it-all wallflower;

Like a great empire in its final hour,

You;re languishing in your rut.

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna dance, or what?

Are you gonna?

© 2020 David Acosta