Poverty vs. Passion

I'm inside a hazy fog
Your words come out as mumbles
I try to catch the words you speak
But I'm distracted by my stomach rumbles
Money is low, and so is food
I try to listen and try to learn
But my pain is so damn crude
I close my eyes and finally relax
The blessed time has come at last
The bell rings and I hurry off
Expression and freedom
I get to dance
I slide on my slippers and i let go
Slip into a wonderous trance
Let it out in a movement flow
Do it all with love and grace
Maybe you will finally deserve
The turn of his head and the look on his face
Chains bring me down but I melt the links
I need no time to stop or think.
Slide to a split and feel no pain
See the looks of jealousy, disdain
Kick, ball, change and you're a blur
Maybe this will make you forget about her
Completely gone, I do a leap
Maybe you I can finally keep
I stop and stare into the imaginary crowd
Their unspoken cheers are awfully loud
I close my eyes and shut my ears
Try and forget, prevent the tears
I collapse on the floor and that know I'm done
Poverty vs. Passion, and poverty has won