The Actor

The Actor
I lived a life and cast myself a role
I played a part of my own devising
I played it well, too well for healthy soul
Believing in my fantasizing
When all around me cheered and chanted
I took the accolade
I sold the lonely loser′s wisdom
Of clay and wattle made
Of clay and wattle made.
The Actor

My character he loved the crowded nights
The easy pleasures of the rise to fame
The hardest acting still was yet to come
As high he rise, as far he fall again.
When all around me cheered and chanted
I played the masquerade
The teeny girls they screamed and panted
Too many bows he made
Too many bows he made.
The Actor

After a while the show came off the road
Settling down for the very first time
Man in the mirror with his make-up off
Gone from his lip the sad magical rhyme
No more around him cheered and chanted
He shun the big parade
Now he sounding weird and slanted
A slave of his trade
A slave of his trade.
The Actor

Phoenix he rises from the cleansing flame
Shedding the skin of past pretending
Fully awakened he cast off his frown
Happily naked uncontending
And all around him cheering, chanting
A wiser fool is he
The teeny kids in new wave ranting
Slum heroes to be
Slum heroes to be.
The Actor