And all around me
Things are happening
Which I can't explain.
The world is moving through me
And I wish I knew
What's going on
Inside people's brains.
But people are characters
With faces and masks
Which they put on
To amuse the audience.
People are mere actors
Exaggerated movements
Well thought-up plots
And plenty-practised patience.
I don't know my lines
Never saw the script
Had no director
Have to improvise completely.
I cannot talk in rhymes
While thinking on my feet
Staring at my hands
Must let them defeat me.
Which of these roles is mine?
Who's the lead?
Where's the goal?
I cannot let them beat me.
