The illustrious audience paying attention
when you smile in their faces dressed as a clown.
Spotting small failings, the delicacy of values
a lawyer of embarrassments who forgot his gown.

You hold a lonesome candle in the darkness
drawing ghostly shadows on the blue frescos.
Silent words take them away, your poetry and fiction
tie up memories in the marquee hall.

It's all about the things reflected
by mirrors underlining actuality.
It's all about a shameful deja vu
when you are playing scences of life.

It's all about the things that hurt
when you accentuate obscured reality.
It's all about a shameful deja vu
a strange theatre of human kind.

Telling the last lines of the storyboard
as the words flow and the music fades away.
In a moment of silence there is nothing to hide,
eye to eye to pleasure and pain.

It's all about the things reflected
by mirrors underlining actuality.
It's all about a shameful deja vu
when you are playing scences of life.

It's all about the things that hurt
when you accentuate obscured reality.
It's all about a shameful deja vu
a strange theatre of human kind.