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Tiptoe softly

ever so softly

Gentley treading around the surface

Don't you ever fall

I won't fall

I never fall

I'll hold my head high

Reach my arms up to the sky

Sometimes I think

I'm touching God

Sometimes I think that I can fly

on waves of euphoria

that I bought for twenty bucks

Not a bad price to pay

So I streach my arms up to the sky

and dance a sacred dance so close

to the blackened velvet edge

and pray that there's no wind

Eyes closed tight

I just bought paradise

for another forty bucks

I can feel so close

I can touch the sun

I can touch the sky

and the angels bow to me

But I don't know if

I'll keep my balance

How many more times

till I trip and fall

Hard to know where you're

going with your eyes lifted

to distant mountains

crashing into distant silver shores

of semi-silent seas

that whisper poetry

of the not so sane

but I've got to keep my balance

for the water is so deep

and somewhere down the line

I don't know when it happened

But I've forgotten how to swim