Prance

Joyful spirit licked the wings of air

Like fire blazing without a care

Only burning to its hearts content

Because that is the purpose for which fire is meant

And if water decided it did not believe

Its true purpose was to run downstream

Following the force of gravity

Where the hell on earth would we all be

And should air believe

It was all too much palaver

To grant wings flight

Scarpering all dreams

Of airborne delight

How the hell would humans cope?

So if someone tells you not to prance

Don’t listen

Keep doing the joyful dance

Your spirit bids you to

For there is a terrible terrible price to pay

When you listen to advice

That tells you

To stop

Being you