Sunday, November 21, 2021

Spotlight

When I go out, when I go in,
I feel the eyes upon me,
I feel the Spotlight on me,
But I know that’s not right,
No one sees the invisible man,
And we’re all invisible, man,
And no one sees.
 
If my face could show my thoughts
If my feelings were words to be read
If people were like pages in a book
If I had a transparent head
 
You cannot look directly upon
The face of your god, imagined or real
You cannot look directly into
The soul of your neighbor to know what he feels
You cannot see the wind,
No, you cannot see the wind
But you can see where it has been,
Yes, you can see where it has been
 
If my face could show my thoughts
If my feelings were words to be read
If people were like pages in a book
If I had a transparent head
Then you’d know, then I guess you’d see
Then you might know me

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