how many faces do you wake up to every morning?
if i turn my head slightly right and glance at myself i think, "haven't you lost your mind?" because who of rational mind would keep leaving before they ever appeared...
if i turn my head slightly left and glance at myslef, i think, "what other are you than shifting sand...?" because 'what's the point of waiting for life to come?'*
what about all the faces in between? all the scared, and all the worried, the shy and the brave. the lost and the found and that special one that hides them all...
i stood today in the city center full of busy buses and vehicles, rushing people and buildings stretching to the sky full of haze. and through it all i saw the sun turning pink before it began to set. no one stopped to see. perhaps the color was a figure of my imagination...perhaps for no one else it shined so bright upon the city so evenly... i looked right through it and i decided to walk towards it...so long until i reach it.
maybe you don't see it, even though i do... but in this case, which one of us is the madman? who's the one insaine?
maybe i am a magician and you are not...but who is the one insaine?
for me, you would have to be a madman not to capture the magic...
*quote from apparat song
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