Dance In Your Head Poem by Véronique Boulanger

Maybe I'm insane.
But you know what?
I'm okay with that;
'Cause, when you're insane,
Ideas float in your head.
You feel as light
As the rainbow you're the only on to see.
A few minutes later,
They start dancing,
Like the rain that falls
Slowly on your head only.
But, make sure
The music's not too loud,
Or the ideas in your head
Might just fly away.
And trust me,
It's not something you want,
'Cause when you lose your ideas,
It includes losing your idea of love.
When you lose your idea of love,
You lose everything.