The air is thin and hard to breathe
upon that lofty perch
Come down to earth and rest a while
from your weary search
That strong desire to find your dream
of life's enchanted wood
Has brought your life great misery
have you misunderstood
The path was laid before your feet
yet never did unfold
You followed all the rules of life
at least what you were told
Somehow, somewhere along the way
each year has dimmed the spark
For each time you almost measure up
someone has moved the mark