My mind plays like a movie,
As the sky turns black,
And my lids grow heavy.

I am a virtuoso and composer,
Hidden from sight and mind,
Ready to show the world his talents.

I am a renowned actor,
Full of passion and emotion,
As I cross the stage in a white half-mask.

I am a rock star,
With a broad grin and sure eyes,
Inhaling the cheers and chants.

I am a best friend,
Hand across the shoulder,
As tears roll down her cheek.

The sky is stained blue,
And my eyes open and I realize
I am none of these things.