Isn’t there a certain
joy in oblivion?
When I can laugh my heart out
And cherish the show from the crowd
When you there on the stage
Can neither express agony nor rage?
You parrot a script you didn’t write
For a character that ain’t suit you right
And what happens to those labels all
When the curtain commits that certain fall?
When I walk with my joys few
Can you really find you?