I call strangers my dear and my love,

And oh I love their looks

And how they wish they were me

With the joy and the light I give around me.

I am crazy, I am mad, in fact.

And it’s beautiful how no one can see it but me,

The ill one.

Oh darling, oh honey, I beg you don’t cry

I have a joke ready for a time just like that.

In fact I have scripts over scripts

And don’t say I’m lying you see them every day

In the oceans that keep you and me apart.

I can’t be myself, I forgot who I am.

It’s buried under all those books,

all those manifests about who I want to be.

That is what I am, a failing dream, chasing after itself…

Catch me if you can!