Tiptoe on wood floors
Gentile with doors and cupboards
Everyone else sleeps
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Tiptoe on wood floors
Gentile with doors and cupboards
Everyone else sleeps
We all take risks in life
Our first step, our first bike
The chase of something bigger
We all fell, we all failed
Most of us took more risks
Our first love, our first sip
The need to feel something more
We got burned, we got bored
Some of us stopped taking risks
Our safe job, our safe house
The thought of being stable
We were content, we were conformed
Few of us recalculated the risk
Our dream life, our dream land
The purpose realized and sought
We fought, we found
Tread lightly on trails
Deep breaths of sharp winter air
Search for more than birds
Inwardly focused
Even Earth orbits the sun
Service is greater
Floating overhead
Flawless formation in flight
Pelicans seabound
Rising tide big waves
Paddle out channel wait for
Second wave in set
Swells rush in and out
Riders paddle to catch on
Surfing with Santa
Long staccato steps
Gaze intent on still water
Ibis stalks at dawn
Pop scratch static hiss
G chord tune fills silent space
Record spins love song