Dance

Dance, dance, dance,
I keep with the song.
Each movement on beat,
no step can be wrong.

My whole body's moving,
from bottom to top.
I've danced all my life,
without any stop.

In this, there's no joy,
so don't be misled.
The fact of the matter:
I want it to end.

But there's only one way.
All else has been tried.
With tearful goodbye,
I'll take a break.