People – rhythm – dancing – rising. Waking from a deepened slumber. “It’s OK” a voice inside me. Breaking through the walls enclosing. ————-
Music – rhythm – waking faster. Shattering the glass enclosure. Freedom calls the joyful dancer. Cruising on the waves of laughter. ————-
Does the gull consider falling? Do the waves forget their swirling? Does the ecstasy take pause to fear As it flies through the rhythms of joy?