Terrible Dancers

I have frequently been confused and frustrated in my life. And I like to do something creative when I feel that way. So, this time, I wrote a poem. It's not a particularly good one, but I'm going to post it anyway. Not only do I feel a little better having written it, but I learned a new word. Rive. It's pretty great. :)

Terrible Dancers

Whirling, twirling, restless
they dance about inside
shifting with the changing music
they step, they slide, they stride

A kaleidoscope of color
their dresses and their coats
a symphony of different songs
pouring from their throats

but these dancers can not survive
nor linger for much time
because their songs are thoughts of mine
and my mind their dance does rive