Mime

Do you listen to the French?
That you can't understand?
Do you play your part
That they can't comprehend?
You never do act, you merely mastered reality
Did it shoot you in the head?


You play Mozart on the piano
You never took a lesson?
Is the green orb a dream?
You scare their attention, they walk away from the mime
So why does he stay?


Have you mastered the subconscious?
The conscious he can tap and he speaks with the animals
He speaks to some ghosts who tell him the future
He feels the spirits smile upon him, while he dreams of tomorrow, tonight


They think the mime's freaky
Yes, he's so very strange
They don't understand him, his show really haunts them in a peculiar, good way


As he lives in emotion ...
The mime is so loud though he never really speaks
He has so many memories which show in his face
He sees the wolves of his life last and next
They are so beautiful


Sad pictures remain while a garden slowly fades away
Even when he's happy, he's so very far away
He may have seen the other worlds but he's still society's stray
He is forever, very dark gray