Just Dance

Rage, but it's not quite rage. All you hear is the beat, pulsing through you, mimicking the sound of your own heart, churning in your soul until your blood runs at the same pace as the music and your feet are moving, underneath your desk, and your head is moving, from side to side, and you want to move all you want to do is move and forget forget forget but you are: Chained To Your Desk.

In my head I'm dancing.