You know what I mean, right?
The world passes you by, tears, woes and smiles,
Amazing, out of sight,
Magical, you stop and think about it,
As observer, not you,
All happening while haziness persists,
Independently of the things you do,
Then you jump out of your mind's dull cobwebs,
Raise your arms, scream out loud,
Everybody stops to see what you want,
And you're instantly cowed,
You're not you, now,
Do you know who you are?
Oh my god, now you're other ones,
No longer can you observe from afar.