Ever been amidst a crowd
And felt you were alone?
Or sensed somehow you were a stranger
Trying to get home?
Ever seemed you were an actor
Live upon the stage?
That all of life was but a drama
Words upon a page?
Ever stood aside yourself
And somehow had to smile?
For the one you were and the one you saw
Were strangers for a while?
Ever had the strangest feeling
Life was but a dream?
That any moment you would wake
To a wider reality?
If ever you have and thought it strange
Think it strange no more
Truth doth oft' disguise itself
In the hope that we'll explore
— Wayne Visser