Author's Note:
This is a poem that I wrote about a dance game that I loved to play during college days.
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I go hype though I get stressed
I would change in distress
When it's worse I do cry
But at times I laugh to fly
It's not enough so the stairs I heed
To sit awhile and enjoy the beat
It moves me here; it moves me there
Yeah it's cool, the music's flare
I hit great, perfect and miss
Raise the level and I shrink
Go go go! For you, for all
Aw, I hate it when I fall
Beat is good, join the rhythm
Least I won't hide for missing
Chance is cool, it pulls me up
To reach no miss, a blue beat up
They would stare in awe call me a ghost
I'm just good in time I've mastered
They too can learn cool new moves
And enjoy playing, listening to the groove.
