Ran a race — was it exhilarating!
Ran through space — marking only time.
Felt the wind rushing through me,
my footfalls singing out a rhyme.
Hoorah! Hoorah! I race exultant.
My body free, assured, attune.
Soaring, singing — ah, the ecstasy.
As natural as the sun and moon.
I can manufacture energy,
burning oils of pure desire.
I can overtake pull of gravity
— reaching, growing higher, higher.