Fuel

There is a song
with a rhythm so deep
I can feel it in my heart
this song
it changes on whim
but when I feel it
I know
I must hoop
the feelings in me that it illicits are pure
my dance buds from within
and shows itself in its truest form
my soul smiles, cries, and bursts forth
in the truest expression of myself at that moment
these feelings radiating from tip to tip
and i hoop on and on and on
fueled by that which has driven us for all time
the dance
the song
the rhythm of self