Arm's Length

I want to tell it not think it. I want to sing it, shout it, not watch it. I want to breathe it, not feel it; embrace it, not examine it. I want to know it not contemplate it. I want to stand on rooftops, and bridges, and in open windows and I want to scream of joy. I want to dance it. I want to eat it. Hum along to it. I want to roll in it and to toss it in great handfulls into the air, and then lie back as it settles back onto me. I want to recline in it. I want to walk in it, not picture it. I want to awaken to it, and drift off to sleep in it. I want to face it head on with open eyes and goofy grin. I want to open my arms to it.