And no false enjoyment of chance
If in the midst of a surreal dream
I am no victim of circumstance
I have a body that moves slowly
But there is no rhythm
I can't sing, I can never dance
I still feel, everything's real
So go ahead, play the music loud
Ignore my firm stance
I am not able, nor am I willing
Even if the dance is wonderful
Even if it is fulfilling
I'm not going to be famous
I am unmoving
And I am made of granite
