how rich i am

its born with me, i can feel it
crawling through skin, pouring through my eyes

it empty's me, off all i suffer
yet it fills me, with everything good

i watch it and i crave it
i hear it, and i cry

i simply need it too survive

standing up on that pointe, spinning around on that floor
feels the furthest away from work
it is natural, it is me

i dont think i care if im not the best
i dont think i care if im alone
think of how rich i am to have this
and i will