Of our elaborate plans, the end
Theater of Minds
Alone I stand tall
On this vast stage, I stand and I watch
Hungry eyes stare back at me
Forever Expecting
Awaiting
I stand before this audience
This crowd
And I act
I amaze them
I clutch their souls
I force them into my realms
They follow, blinded by the act
By the dim lights
By my whispering commands
And I feel
I make them feel what I feel
I make them see what I see
Hear what I hear
Taste what I taste
They are mine, all of them
I own you
The play is over
The act is done
The crowd must go their separate ways now
Do their own scenes
Play their own roles
And I stand alone, on this vast stage
Before an empty theater
And I fall apart
As I await the next show
The next act
I practice
I try to improve
I try to feel
And I fail
I find myself craving for the audience
I beg them to come back
Sooner
Only through them, may I act
Feel Taste Hear See
Only through their eyes can I see
Me
And so I wait
My fellows praise me
They shout my name
Brilliant, they call me
Real, they call me
If only they knew
This hollow soul
This empty shell
I cry
I leave the stage
I leave the theater
I rush to my own house
To my kingdom
I look into the mirror
And I act
Without restraint or regret
I simply act
Insane, they call me
A Mad Man
And my name is forgotten
Erased
Alone I stand tall
On this vast stage, I stand and I watch
Hungry eyes stare back at me
Forever Expecting
Awaiting
I stand before this audience
This crowd
And I act
I amaze them
I clutch their souls
I force them into my realms
They follow, blinded by the act
By the dim lights
By my whispering commands
And I feel
I make them feel what I feel
I make them see what I see
Hear what I hear
Taste what I taste
They are mine, all of them
I own you
The play is over
The act is done
The crowd must go their separate ways now
Do their own scenes
Play their own roles
And I stand alone, on this vast stage
Before an empty theater
And I fall apart
As I await the next show
The next act
I practice
I try to improve
I try to feel
And I fail
I find myself craving for the audience
I beg them to come back
Sooner
Only through them, may I act
Feel Taste Hear See
Only through their eyes can I see
Me
And so I wait
My fellows praise me
They shout my name
Brilliant, they call me
Real, they call me
If only they knew
This hollow soul
This empty shell
I cry
I leave the stage
I leave the theater
I rush to my own house
To my kingdom
I look into the mirror
And I act
Without restraint or regret
I simply act
Insane, they call me
A Mad Man
And my name is forgotten
Erased
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