Catharsis Lives Again

I wish I could look inside,
but how can I hide from the world?
I'll live in the past, make it all last...
....nice fantasy...
Best find a stage, make a lot of rage;
why should I lie?
Look out the window, is this just a show?
(I don't know)
...rain feeds the dirt;
does it hurt?
The sun goes down...
I laugh at the clown and forget it all.