Head up, dears, the art is finding
art for art's sake 'mid the binding
tempo, tempo, all unwinding,
while you dance. Revolt, and fly.
Capture movement, earth has tied you
to itself. Head up! Decide you
will not heed tunes misguide you.
Let your motions tell you why.
Earth desires you. Find the sky.
Back straight now, be kingly, queenly
Though your strength may now be weak we
cannot break, for menacingly
time devours you, if you yeild.
Find the tempo, tempo folding;
pleasure those who are beholding.
Gravity is, always scolding
beauty, then, must be your shield -
centerstage, your battlefield.
Head up fakers, slouching dancing
music's playing stop romancing
eyes inward, disregard the staring
longing eyes, soft despairing
Tempo Tempo mem'ry beats it
giving in, will defeat it -
