If I am the ego of imagination 
Then every spirit is a solo dancer, 
And life itself is made for rapture and elation.

Each soul will dance barefoot, herky-jerky in jubilation 
Along the green swell of renewal’s answer, 
If I am the ego of imagination.

Everyone must dance to pain and joy with no hesitation, 
For all of heaven holds the sharp shadows of chance, 
And life itself is nothing but rapture and elation.

Each soul will hop on razor stones that sparkle in midnight’s creation, 
The stones of dust that cut to pain and trance, 
If I am the ego of imagination.

Look up! All of heaven holds the sharp shadows of chance 
That persuades all things to live and welcome life’s dance, 
For life itself is nothing but rapture and elation.

So, dance, dance to pain and joy with no hesitation, 
For all of heaven holds the sharp shadows of chance, 
If I am the ego of imagination.