Do you ever get that feeling? That feeling of
wanting to become invisible? Not a super-power kind of feeling. But something
more of an I-don’t-like-being-seen-by-anyone kind. The feeling that doesn’t
have the feeling of insecurity in it. It’s the feeling when you actually are with your own self. It’s the feeling when you are your own mentor, your own partner, your own
SELF. I feel that. I want to get vanished. I don’t want to get vanished to get
noticed. I’ve been noticed quite enough, already. Why does it matter anyway?
Why would I matter to people? Where is this thing heading to? I’m becoming
incoherent now. But I dare you stop me! Leave me here, banging these keys. I
might end up saying something that would help me get my soul back. Wait, my
soul? Where is it lost? Is it lost? If you have yourself, does it mean you have
your soul, too? If you have your soul, does it mean you necessarily have
yourself too? When you have nothing but the thoughts tangling up in your mind,
does it mean you are sane? What is sane? Who is sane? You? Yeah, I want to meet
you, then. I’m not sane, no. What is insane? I’m not even that. I’m hollow.
Insane is for the sane. I’m none. What am I? Why don’t they understand? No, why
don’t I understand? I don’t understand because I’m hollow. What a stupid
reason! I don’t understand because.. Wait, WAIT! Is that because I want to
become invisible? Because I don’t understand? Let’s just get this over with,
then. Right here, right now. All I have to do is, understand! But wait, how do
I understand? Give me something! Give me something, for the sake of every good
thing you ever encountered. Give me something, I say. Make me understand, please.
I’m here, what now?
Does it matter, anyhow?
The sane triumphs
The crazy, still crazy
The world around him
Is still the same round
Lose it all.
Get it all.
Does it matter
Big or small?
Oh human, you human
You’ll see after all
Who disappears
And who stands tall
I’m here, what now?
Does it matter, anyhow?
The sane triumphs
The crazy, still crazy
The world around him
Is still the same round
Lose it all.
Get it all.
Does it matter
Big or small?
Oh human, you human
You’ll see after all
Who disappears
And who stands tall
What does it feel like, not being seen by
anyone?
Take me away!