Caught in an aboriginal parade.
An outcast in waking life, I'm embraced in dream;
Everyone sees what I don't touch to my lips
And they are changed, dancing and flying around
With a happiness that I've denied myself
In this search for authenticity, for
A me that can't be seen in all the clothes
Hung by the stage, where every role is easy
And every cat's a lion on the lawn.
What's imagined is the only thing that's known
Before the unimaginable, me.
How, without the cheers, to love the never seen?
