(finally found you finely founded: your foundations never truly rooted on truth and trust finally found your ego tripping on mine how easy you twist your tongue) last night was a thousand years of discoveries and civilization, suddenly in a half-step you showcased your accomplishments through the ages. how well you dance! in was industrial revolution over live music. i can see bulky railroad engineers sweating it out on top of a grand piano. how easily can a victorian lady sway to a sudden beat? or maybe i am just my melodramtic surreal self but you last night was a thousand years of thinking and rethinking, how easy you twist your feet like your tongue's play with cherry handles finally found you finely bred magnificent victorian foundations shattered by a slip. your dance was great but not when you called me a different name.