In a Public Place

When in a public place Note how well I manoeuvre It's like a quest for grace When among stumbling commuters I think about each step Not of where I'm trying to get Watching people move They appear to groove With the invisible Watching people move They appear to fuse With the invisible Oh you lost those moves How is it possible When in a limited space I try to find a cube for me With subtle changes of pace I move through various densities I think upon each stride Until I feel I glide Watching people move They appear to groove With the invisible Watching people move They appear to fuse With the invisible Oh you lost those moves How is it possible Scuffed shoes O what to do...