That strange feeling of being an outsider keeps mumbling inside me over and over...
Everything around me is an outer world...
A fake... a joke...
Maybe I'm the one who's wrong... maybe...
Sometimes I see myself as playing a part in the Middle Ages or something...
Like in those stories of kings and knigths we all read about in childhood....
So different is the way of thinking... the behaviour... whatever...
But then again who's counting?
This joke... is nothing more than an endless joke day after day...
A constant struggle for survival... no matter how or why...
And what seems valuable today it won't worth a penny tomorrow...
It's sad... really sad...
No matter how far I go and how long I walk the feeling is always the same...
I just don't belong here...
Definitely...
"I Started a Joke" - Bee Gees