I am tiptoeing my way
My life is in a gyroscope
Colorful yet not blended
I am tiptoeing my way
Smiling to my old dismay

Everyone is in a valls 
Swirling and turning
The musical lullaby
Got me settled hypnotized

So I just stand there
And I stare and glare
At the colors, 
Yet I don’t snare

I count the beat
And lose the dare
I just laugh
And twirl and swear

Because the room gyrates
In a compass to the right
But I am happy with my tune
A glass and feeling light

So please
Don’t change the song
I don’t mind their swirls
Let them dance along
Girls and boys
Boys to girls

So I can tiptoe my way
And be careless and weightless
In this room of my misfortunes 
And synchronicity where I am 
Cynical to my vanity