Silently stepping to rhythms of modern music, letting
uptown funk jump and play within, elating and giving
feelings of an interior brilliance.
Taking everything, blending it with the juxtaposition
of whatever comes onto photographic screens, thrilling
and exciting an inner wildness and love of life.
Wanting to shout and yell into the atmosphere, enjoying
a lightness of emptying out all sorrow and sadness that
was hiding inside.
Now releasing it into the universe, smiling, laughing
and completely being enticed by a good time at the Wagon
Yard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem