While I dance on Saturn's rings. (relapse story)

While I dance on Saturn's rings,
Mars and Venus begin to sing.
On clouds of smoke I rise,
Only to crash land out of sight.

I stand up and shake off the dust,
My body burns, my dance is a must.
For awhile I stalled my dance.
Only to start again by chance.

Anger flares if I'm not in a groove.
My un - wanting body begins to move.
I tried to lay down and rest.
Not knowing my favorite tune was a test.

Now I boogey a deadly waltz.
Realizing this is again my fault.
There is no one else to blame.
But still I dance to this day.