From the rhythm, I am locked away,

I couldn't feel the beat today.

I'm a prisoner in my yearning mind

That heavenly groove I couldn't find.

My feet were sluggish, my lungs inept

My flow once free in check was kept.

I'm stuck again in sad transition

All DDRers know that position

Some are too simple, others, too rough

Finding a good in-betweener is tough.

I am one fickle dancer, only some songs are my speed.

Only fast songs have the groove I need.

Too slow, and I'm bored, but too much and I'm gone,

I wish more from MAX2 had carried on.

I ache for that feeling to course through my veins,

to throw off the harness and reins

of my soul.

I want to fly, but it isn't enough,

Finding something just right is tough.

I feel like I'm drifting away from that flight,

To get some of that feeling, I so have to fight.

My heart hasn't soared in such a long time,

Am I losing that connection? Even my rhyme?

I don't want to leave it, I want it to stay.

Right now it's just not connecting this way.

Maybe it's just 'cause I waited too long.

Yeah, I've been away from the step and the song

For a while to date, just had no time.

Maybe if I make it up, I can fix my rhyme.

I just gotta save it, it's my rejuvenation

To have an out of body experience while playing the revolution.

I feel so relieved, so energized, so full,

Even if I collapse out of breath like a fool.

Aren't we all...?

The satisfaction is little, the soaring's been none.

Even after my favorites are done.

I fear losing my rhythm, I feel losing the knack.

I can only hope that I can get it back.