Lost Communication

Its, Dark
I step into the night life
like you see on t.v.
Dance club
no, wait, picture it smaller
and teenagers
with dress restrictions
school gym
there...

I strain through the strobes
harsh rainbows
a splash of color here
there
in my eye...

The bass
a pounding "boof"
its the vibrations you feel
through the air
the floor
after all we are mostly water

Most of them are receptive
some like kelp in the sea
others a fluidity of motion that
flows ever so beautifully with the beat
and some
who shouldn't be there
though I shouldn't talk
sitting down

Its the beat that moves them
its the words that give contrast
the tunes that add color
yet...
my body is unreceptive
unused to, not knowing
how do I move?
Like this?
yikes
never doing that again

I tried
I wish I knew how
I love the beats
though the word choices could be better
I can feel it
my heart wants to
but sometimes imagination only goes so far
and stops at the dance floor for me
so I exit, get some water,
and listen to my ipod