He starts off on top,
Not knowing what he's worth as he's moving,
Constantly moving up,
Afraid he is falling down he always moves up,
He finds wonders that tell him he's made it,
He is there,
He takes the plunge because it was written,
Not sure if it will bring pain or fortune,
When he realizes the terror below,
He's inches from the bottom,
All music halts,
He gathers himself around the center,
Rises with the heat,
Feeling good,
Taking on the demons one at a time,
Till they take forms he doesn't know,
Till that time he goes up,
Not knowing that he knows,
He's living the dream,
Focused on the misery,
Raise your eyebrows,
He learns to see,
With eyes that can really see,
He finds his way slowly back to the top