My Inner Poet Cannot Be Described in Words

My inner poet can not be described in words. Rather, feelings. See, my inner poet is that feeling you get on a snow day, the one where you wake up and realize you don't have school. My inner poet is that night where no matter how hard you try you can't go to sleep, because it's your birthday tomorrow. Excitement. It dances from word to word, and my inner poet can not sit still. My inner poet is that feeling when you take a bite of your favorite dessert that you haven't had in a while, the feeling of cheesecake or whatever dancing on your taste buds. My inner poet likes to jam out to music, it doesn't matter what kind; as long as it has a good beat. You see, my inner poet mutters the words 'I can do the impossible'.