You have to turn, twist, radiate to survive;
Pulsating through a sea of thoughts
You must do the Tango to uncover the truth.
The mundane must become a pleasure,
Your talents must be your study.
Let go, unleash the real you, and you will find something scary
The joy and peace you seek for is inside,
You can only possess it if you decide
You must feel the embrace of the partner of your heart…
Your hearts must connect or its all for naught.