Call it what you will, my friend,
This glowing exhilaration inside my heart
Plucking the pizzicato strings of myself
Exploding, making me feel, oh so, insatiably happy
To be alive! ...
That I am free,
That I am growing,
That I am creating,
That I am in love with life itself …
Call it what you will, my friend,
But I shall call it joy!