Halfway Through the Wood

I take steps on my walk through
like a scalpel
wearing cake shoes
And every sound startled
another slice out of me
Until I was 196 seagulls
I escaped them
each
Lord, what I had to do
Escaped and reached
an island
it was desserted
ok it was Manhattan
And I was living comfortably in the middle of a large busy cake
Then I learned it was a sponge
And I kept asking folks to squeeze exact change for my thoughts

Happiness is
Built from
Everything
Left or right of the tight rope
But our hands are tied
And the people before us are
tie dyed and
walk-thru
I am amazed
Every time
I need to find a transparency provider
The paradox thus exposed
When sweating polish remover
It's best to keep ones' eyes closed