Point of no return

Dance
like nobody's watching
or the way you should
the way you would have 
when your sound of music 
grips you—momentarily 
—if not forever
this carries you on  
until that instance when
neither you sweat anymore
nor your heart beats loud
you are grounded yet
your spirit reaches high
higher than you've ever been
higher than your wings' gaze
and that's when you'd stop
to absorb the chaos around
to free yourself from life
slowly but gracefully
no steps kneaded by your joints
you aren't stairs anyway
you are you—finally 
so you do what you always wanted to
but couldn't: float.