They told you to tiptoe through the tulips
Incase you stand on a bee
And don’t sing songs of madness with the birds
Because it will hurt too much
Don’t laugh to hard
Because you could blacken your lungs with smoke of smiles
Don’t play with the stars
Because people will watch in suspicion
Don’t dance in the rain while the storm passes
Because your muddy feet will rowen the fine floor boards

But why? Why not live and...
Run as fast as you can through the tulips
And while you pass brush them with your delicate fingertips
And take off and fly with the bees
Feel the cool breeze against your face
And let it run through your hair
Visit the beautiful birds
And sing at the top of your lungs in unison
And laugh as loud as you can
And when they hear your stunning laugh
They will smile out of joy
And perhaps we will all smile
And maybe we will all die of blackening to the lungs
But it will be beautiful
Fly even higher into the darkness
And fetch the shimmering stars
And show the constellations what pleasure you get out of dancing carelessly in the rain while the storm passes
Once you are done
Silently tiptoe through your house with your little muddy feet Incase you wake your sleeping parents

And do all the things you dream of
Because they are in the darkness of the night
And you’re busy living in the light