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