To be a ghost walking amidst the crowd

Not engaged in the chatter and emotion

Observing 

Not part of the stage play

For isn’t all of this just one big show? 

Characters are born, reborn, and die off?

I want a drink. To feel the quiet hum. 

I want to sit on my swing and smoke—

Imperceptible dance 

I’m trying to fit in but I find 

I cannot

I have no dreams

reality became too harsh

And there is no knight 

Just endless day, where we are happy so happy

And it’s the dance 

Between reality and imagination

But my imaginations are vanity 

And I am sad

I am weary

And where is my vision

My hope

My dreams are gone

My child

My child 

This is a cruel world 

Wicked