Every morning, the world is waiting for me,

and I am waiting for the world.

Greetings, greetings.

What will I make of this day?

What will I leave behind?

What thing will I create

the message of color and light?

If my heart cannot find a joyful work

in this day, then the jaws of the world

will grab hold me,

and shake like like a Divine Old Dog

shakes the water off of his back.