As some of you may or may not have guessed, this poem was inspired by the riverdance legend, Michael Flately. I recently saw some of his big spectacular shows (on YouTube, hehe), and well...he's insanely talented and I LOVE some of what he's done, but I wasn't impressed by what I saw of his attitude. (And from what I've heard, his ego's the size of Jupiter). I saw no joy in his dancing; only pride and emptiness. Whether that is how he really is or not, I don't know. Forgive me if I'm sounding preachy or judgmental. I'm not trying to attack him personally or anything; I'm just sharing what my impressions were on his attitude, hence the poem. And this could apply to anyone,
not just him.
I hope you all enjoyed this, and may the Lord of the Dance bless the life that He's choreographed for you.