How To Be Happy
And Get What You Want
Where the wold runs I follow. We run fast and free.
We dance in the desert. I’m dancing with me.
A chorus of howling, rising up to the sky.
A circle of colors, where the wold and me fly.
A bite from the wolf, and the ground becomes torn.
I’m sent to the dark, I start to perform.
I dance for the darks. I dance from the heart.
On my soul journey, this is the start.
