I met a man who chased his dreams
By walking between the clouds
After his other dreams had abandoned him.
He thought that standing on a rope between poles
Was the best way to be brave
In a world where there were no wars worth fighting
And no people worth saving
He was alone and alone he stood between life and death
He walked because it made him feel right
Not because someone else told him to
And he was smarter than any man I knew;
This strange fellow who walked between clouds.
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