So with a different mood

Go watch the glow of the morn

At dawn

Chirping of birds hawk dreariness

From hidden places from the eastwestsouthnorthmmiddle

'd better keep on making voices of hubbub

To exempt my heartfelt cares from being unclothed

This is a morn of brilliant sunshine

I    step forward fondling the breeze

And I feel the firmament this hAt

Is of such a great size and light weight

These lights these colors these sounds

Are these lights these colors these sounds

But I'm myself

If dreams have wings at this time

they will immortalize themselves

into cactuses the indifference

bearing slight humor in the deserts

At this time I might as well

Run and try to catch up something

Without the intension of pursuing anything

It's also a sort of joy (wow, joy)

The high-rising buildings around

Follow me to run

Loudspeakers not in sight

Sound of music is therefore distorted

Seen everywhere are those heads

    --these grotesque handiwork

Like the knights of the Middle Ages

They ride on bi-footed horses and saunterterter

Down with my eyes, please

It's true that

I shouldn't make a mistake

To wake up in this morn

After the madness of last night