[written in Austin, USA]
We live in a midnight world,
too dark to see a silver tree,
that may be growing in the garden,
bearing fruit as a golden apple,
rising high above the fence posts,
casting a shadow on the new moon...
walk along this other path with me,
watch your step as your navigate,
don't crack what lies before you,
yet keep the pace to an upbeat time.
walk the tight rope of life,
balance your body and mind,
foot beyond the other forward,
don't look back, just don't look...
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