dent.

to see you dance
i shall clap like
a thundercloud
tonight.

you, poor soul,
forgot what
music felt like to the
ears that once only went to
sleep to a familiar
lullaby.

you deserve everything that
was sung to set
your soul
on fire.

and with it
you must
make yourself count.

put a
dent on the
mundanity
of the world which
takes every chance
to tell you

that you occupy too
much space.

©champagnesupernova