I looked out and saw people moving in a haze Weeks go buy in hours, and minutes sometimes in days And I'm wondering why I am lost, not always knowing what to say As though I've missed the opening act of this potpourri called a play Staging our emotions An innocent facade of truth, looking for an option As we dance here, or make love there, die It is only an illusion for the weak to fool us fools or even try So don't you see that it's not really me But only this part that I drew from straws handed to me in the dark? Lover, fighter, the prisoner in chains, you win I could have been you