wiggling like a snake,
i'm here today, bluffing to the fake.
i'm the clown who wept to sleep,
laughing crazy, as the dream forgot the leap.
i fell into a ditch, on my back
trying a new trick, i gathered my stack.
a plane of dreams flew me down to this world
and i became a new pot everyday, to the same old mould.
a little brat, who missed the last train,
i'm now a street act in the next lane.
dancing to the jungle beats, i was born for the stage
now just an actor stuck in a script, with no page.
waltzing with every night star, i lived in the sky
seeing the magic of a shooting star, i'd feel the high.
down i came with the rain, when the stars died
but i stand in front of you, smiling, that i tried.
my game is not done, and i will arrive
the curtain call is sometime away, so don't stop the jive.
i will do my own, only mine, and pay the toll
by the time the show is over, i will have played my role.
