glad

I feel like poetry this morning,I feel like music, I feel like love,sunshine despite the rain.
I don't know whats wrong with me I just feel high. I have not being paid a large some of money,I have not fallen in love,or bought something new and no I have not been smoking pot,I am just glad. Glad in my heart,glad in my soul despite all the madness and filth, I feel great. I feel like I can rule the world. I feel all warm and happy.
Everything in my life is not perfect and I know it will never be, nothing is meant to be perfect except God, but I am joyful and grateful for all I have good and bad,I could have had it worse but here I am strong and moving on. I am glad am alive and happy.

I wrote this poem a few days ago,I don't have a title for it but just tell me what you think.
It was just something from my imagination, I was watching MTV when writing it.
Here it is.

My feeble feet are weary from dancing,
All of a sudden the acoustic rhythm is annoying,
Even the samba drum has lost its appeal,
The music is no longer real to me,
I feel claustrophobic in this hall,
I see only shadows, the images are slowly fading.

No, lover, don't change the pace,
Fast or slow,
To me, all is the same.
Stop the pantomine!
Aren't you listening to me?
Lover, I don't feel like dancing anymore,
My waist is tired and my heels are sore,
The music has stopped,
No, nothing or you can turn it back on,
I have lost my passion, I have lost my shame,
No lover, don't change the number,
The music has stopped,
I just want to leave the hall.
to me all is the same.