we're all strangers
in an empty world.
you don't know me,
and i won't pretend
that i know you.

we're all dancers
in a glass ballroom--
each with our own moves
and own tip-tap-toe step.
don't crash into the walls.

we're all imaginers
in an alternate universe
with him and her there
and i right here,
but they don't really exist.

we're all liars--
a white lie then
and a black untruth now.
it doesn't really matter
because no one's listening.

we're all people
stuck on this earth
so there must be a reason.
we're all different now,
but in the end we're the same.