The past does not control me. I let it go. I let it all go. I wave goodbye. I say farewell. I live and exist fully in the present. I make my own choices. I decide who I am, and who I'm going to be. Yes, I am a man who wears tight leather pants (how tight? really tight) and dances in my living room. That's just who I am, and I'm not going to change it, no matter how how many times the neighbors record me. Even if they post it on Youtube. Even if I find my coworkers watching it one day after I come back from lunch. I'm not going to chain these legs, they must dance.