A new beginning brings fun.
A new day beneath a distant sun.
The faces compliment,
before my greetings may be sent.
A fresh place to dwell,
feeling hospitality far too well.
Funky vibes facilitate.
Thinking to mission ensures debate.
Why bother to leave harmony?
When instead, I could just party.
Rock-out to the stars,
and pull in by Mars,
The dance floor rumbles,
with feet that stumble.
Is there a word that could create,
or better state,
the spell that I am under?
