In a world of dreamers, but I couldn't dream
A world of actors, I couldn't wear a mask
A desire to hide my inner self, constant
I cannot sleep, to dream I must find release
Disguising my being, I make my mind blank
Artists are always suffering, remonstrance
Dissect the flesh, release a spirit of glory
Death is nothing, just take the breath
“Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society,
even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic
creation is a gift to the future.” Albert Camus
A world of actors, I couldn't wear a mask
A desire to hide my inner self, constant
I cannot sleep, to dream I must find release
Disguising my being, I make my mind blank
Artists are always suffering, remonstrance
Dissect the flesh, release a spirit of glory
Death is nothing, just take the breath
“Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society,
even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic
creation is a gift to the future.” Albert Camus
