I am all dressed with nowhere to go
I am all read with nothing to know
I am all heard but nowhere understood
I am all experimented having nothing to show
I am full of colorful pictures with no clear connection
I am a mosaic of experiences with no emotion
I am a mirage on sand who will disappear on demand
I am the light in the room the main reason for the shadows
I am just an imagination just a form of illusion
I am the wife of the pianist he who disappears with mist
I am the bee who knows the song but has forgotten the hum
I am the shell by the ocean taken and thrown by the waves of the sea.
I am the soul with no body, I am the thought with no means.
I am the dream that will never come true.