Here,
I'll tell you something good
About how life is
A tightrope act

One anything but ordinary
The rope is nothing but a string
Weaved from dew-covered spider silk

And when you slip
You may try to grab on
But it'll only snap

So you dive headfirst
Into a boundless sea of whispers

At first, you're drowning
So squeeze your eyes shut
And cover your mouth
You'll only get immersed
Upon the curiosities of skepticism

Once you drift to the bottom
There's no point in your endeavor
So you might as well give up

But then you hear the unspoken promises
See the rivers made of stars, the trees of gold,
The patchwork fish and the tinfoil stars
Which wrap around our ankles
And yank us forward

Though the sound only recedes
While golden truths and values spill from our eyes
There's no rush of water
And no jingle of the moon

We become blind upon the flashing lights
As we give into ignorant bliss
And push on forward
Until the world gives way to oblivion

Everything's plucked back
One by one,
Two by two,
Three by three,
Until the earth holds the skies,
While the air forms the ground

We become a balanced scale
Forget the 'dos' and the 'don'ts'
Disproportionate, we tip over
And fall skyward

Then, in the back of your head
We seem to lull ourselves away
Unto infinity
As we repeat simple words

We tell our thoughts, here you may rest
Curl your toes in the foamy waves
Let your fingers lay limp
All the persevering clocks will stop and wait
So let yourself wander
As it falls silent
Silent, and tranquil

But, you know,
I've never liked the circus
And my life isn't yours