I saw a man dancing the other day His dance was a walkΒ But it sang as it passed. His footsteps were balanced On a tightrope of serenity It was more graceful than any waltzΒ Or ballet that I have ever seen. He looked at me as if to say Why don't we all dance this way? As the limbs of life Come to gather us in Why don't we feel happy to see them? He stared through a window of pity At us Mere mortals Still walking in a lolloping fashion. Yet to discover freedoms tune. And I looked back Through a doorway of sadness Unable to step over the threshold Constrained by the branches Of what I have built In my own efforts to make myself Happier.