I am all these things
But what am I to you?
All these things
You cannot pick just one
You must climb a mountain
In the dark
In the light
Covered in white
Covered in green
Until it's not
As you wake up up
Covered in sand
Washing in your feet
By the side of the moon
While the sun laughs
Because you are so pretty at dawn
And he knows all I say is an act
Because desperation is only theater
And the parts I play are all I know to do
While you decide if I'm just a movie
Or real life