I have no voice but mine I have no voice but mine I cannot use another's I cannot act, cannot pretend Or is it that I cannot stop the charade? Perhaps I am doomed to be myself Never to wear a mask That is any more than invisible Or perhaps all I have been Is a game of imagination Waiting for reality to come in Can it be I am paralyzed Bound willfully to a middle ground My steps go in a circle I am blindfolded My words My reasons and heartbeats Are confused and spontanious No harmony at all Just Collision And yet with all that The inhabitants of my mind Are all just clones Waiting for a sign At last, some disorganized rebellion! I have no voice but mine. << go back Raemanzu's Home on the Web
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