I wan to laugh, throw off my hat wave my scarf in the air and just be languid and in awe with how my legs can carry all my weight and how my heart can pump all that blood
and just be reflective and impressed with the way life tears down all superiority even "moral superiority " to teach, teach, teachΒ Β there is no superiority and how rhythm is integral not just to music but to words just like freedom is integral to the shaman, the preacher, the guru, and the person soaking up their verse