You silly patient, you clearly can’t move
You had a stroke, you lost your groove
You see, there’s stages to recovery
It’s quite simple, why can’t you see?
You’re not going to fall asleep tonight
And wake up tomorrow in some great delight
“Hey look at me! I can dance! I can swim!”
Oh silly patient with your insights so dim
Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how things go
Keep goals small, keep expectations low
Always stay positive, do not despair
You’ll be able to move, success is out there
Rome wasn’t built in a day, great success takes time
I keep reminding you of this, why do you still cry?
Life isn’t fair but don’t give up
Yes, I know, this life is so tough
But me? Oh yes, well see, I can move
Let me just put on my dancing shoes
I don’t have poor Insight to my disease just look at how I conquer delusions with ease
And how I just keep progressing on my path
I don’t become discouraged
And I DON’T cry like that
I just simply keep my eye on that prize
And realize that success comes from many, many tries
And I just sit there and I have fun
And I don’t count all the times I’ve tried but not won
Oh silly patient, why can’t you see?
Why can’t you be wise like your therapist, like ME
But wait, all of that was just a dream
It’s not all as easy as it seems
All of that, I really do wish it were true
But really, I am just, exactly, like YOU
I wake up each morning and I want to move
But I just can’t do it, where are my shoes?!
I must have placed them over there
Behind that old squeaky rocking chair
Or maybe they’re in the attic or closet
God, I really can’t believe that I lost it!
The only pair that let me go
From 0 to 100 just as quick as you know
But wait, this too is also a dream
Those shoes that I have they’re not what they seem
They actually, really, do not exist
Here let me explain, I’ll make you a list:
-There are no such thing as dancing shoes
that take you from suffering, that beak the rules
-All of us, each one, we have to try
All day and all night, and yes, we will cry
Because for some reason we all thought we could put on those shoes
And that’s it, were done, nothing left to loose
But life is small goals, small steps, small tries
We can’t move at ALL but we don’t even want to TRY
To move a finger, a leg, or even a thigh
Because, honestly, the threat of failure is way too high
We can’t move at all but we hope to dance
Without trying to move to one singular stance
We keep thinking “Oh yes, well maybe today,
I’ll wake up and dance without work in any way”
We’re so scared what we’ll find along the way
That we decide to stay still, we decide not to play
We could all be dancers
ALL on Broadway
Where are those shoes? Oh well, Never mind.
I guess they’re lost.
I guess I won’t try.