Joyous meJoyously I exist, walk, watch, think, argue.
Sleeping is grievous while all is tranquil -
I am happy and creative at night.
I like rain, till I am safe and dry.
I like Mr. Bean and Forrest Gump.
Frequently the homely coppice reflects,
where I walk barefoot and lick my dishes.
Stare all and everybody. The fancy trolls,
a foreign-terrestrials, gingers, frecklys,
fresh hug and face with a smile.
I hold on my friends and brother
and infatuated to the rat-butterflies, ravens,
flowers, and snails. I talk with my cat and dog.
In my mind I apostrophize dusk, sun and era.
Yack, if I wish and substance be found.
Often happiness is invisible and ground of that sky is here...
A little after while I wake up.
I have no any emotion
by forced into the output,
surely they in my core.
Of course, my standard output
is no perfectly blank and clear,
this is nonsense till neck is up.