As the world collides

 I'm no stranger to disasters
Living in this world makes you think
About the things that happen after
When it's said and done with everything
As the world collides around me
You'd find me able to dance and sing
Locked in a motion full of emotion
Star struck by my own performance
Even if it's terrible
I wouldn't give a damn
I will just keep on moving myself
As far as I can
And I will survive this crises
Same as I did with the ones before
I shall rise above it, never fall
And even if I do
That's fine
No, it really is
I don't mind
As I dance and dance between the waves
The ocean of life refuses to let go
So I weave and move outside its grasp
As I sing to make it calm
It softly starts to soften its clasp
And as this all takes place
People are around me drowning in that space
And I couldn't be bothered at all
For they're not my problem
As the world collides with itself
Everyone screams and calls
Out for help in this astrobleme
While I'm dancing alone, by myself
Careless in death I remain
As I was in life
Careful with my breath I gain
The right to further strive
For more than what I have
Not necessarily dream
Just want more
Before the world collides
Maybe now is the right time

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