Their eyes are glazed. They're looking at you
But it isn't you that they see.
Desperation sings in the air
Sweat clings to their backs
They crane their necks for a glimpse of their idol
You nod and smile'Euphoria, bliss
Blank faces light up with joy
But then you walk by, eyes unseeing
I whisper, 'He isn't real you know'
But they look at me with hollow eyes,
Unfocused.
Still reaching for all they can touch.
Mania, barely contained.
A high pitched roar.
What is it they want?
Do they expect you to turn tricks or
Reenact a scene? No.
You embody him to them.
Their eyes are glazed.
It isn't you that they see.