There is a platform that holds him high
As the faceless crowd watches his every step.
He wanders across this stage and parades in all kinds of costumes.
He plays the clown who juggles flaming spears
And when he stumbles, the people hiss and jeer.
He has sung the operettas, sparing cacophonies
And the audience will lend him their loudest cheers.
He's played the leading roles with lengthy lines,
A wholesome man reciting fallacies under the spotlight
But when the make-up's rinsed off and the outfit's unzipped,
All that's left is a man and his ordinary life
Whose lips still echo with the voice of one who would exist.
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