I have been so many people
that maybe I have been you
I’ve known heartache and
making love,
war and poverty too
I’ve seen ghosts and the Messiah,
both sneaking upon the ground
behind the people’s backs
I see graves and mourn
the loss of strangers who are me
There is no way to evade thoughts
of the elusive and unexplained;
but i don’t believe
that any daydreamer
would have it
any other way