Let me take you on a trip . . .


Where my soul is
                     there's my home

where the sun shines,
                     there is a place for me

where the laughter is
                     I am there too

where happiness surrounds me
                     I am in the middle

to be or not to be
                     is not a question anymore

I am

Therefore I travel without luggage
are you coming?
Leave your luggage outside this poem
destination the laughing sun. . .