As I gaze upon the sky,

striving to be free,

I wish I could fly high.

As I walk along the stream,

Never ending journey it seems,

I wish I could scream,

to quieten the silence.

As I feel the wind,

Dancing with a rhythm

Having a guilty mind,

I wish I could scram.

As lonely I am,

In this crowded stage,

I do nothing but mime;

to get the minimum wage.

As I have merged with them,

Do I know myself ?

Yearning for nothing but fame,

Shouldn’t I know myself ??