2003-12-09 - shuffle scrap
like a griffin clutching ground
fighting spectres all around
with rythmic ping and pulse
reject, deflect, convulse
running out of time
this ain't no nursery rhyme
.
when work gives way to sweat
your hotspots all get wet
you step and pitch and turn
each movement starts to burn
but you're lost in the dance
precision marks your stance
.
you nail every move
the zone becomes your groove
your body mind reacts
springs forth, extends, retracts
and time seems to suspend
until the routine's end
.
so you take your bow
elated by the crowd
it feels so awkward how
just walking's different now
so glad you took that chance
there's power in the dance
.
the earth is spinning still
children play at will
the ride home's all downhill
and you still know the thrill
of going there with me
a warrior's never free
.
as bad as things may get
remember this, my pet
it's much worse down in hell
so fight off every spell
that seeks to drag you there
and dance where griffins dare
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