Blake Day

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The Actor

(Berlin, April/May 2016)

When I leave home, I put on my mask.

It’s my routine, it is a task

that is there for me to do.

Every single day anew.


I’ve played these roles for so long

that I’ve forgotten who I am.

I call myself by a different name.

My passport must have been replaced.


And when I’m home, I take off my mask.

Unveil my face of glass.

I lie in bed and close my eyes

and paint on my dreamland canvas.


Another day, another play.

My words come flying off the rack.

Don’t need a prompt, know the script by heart,

from start to finish and back.


You say you know me, well then tell me.

Because I don’t know who I am.

The mirrors change with every turn.

Is that a beast or is it a man?


And when I’m home, I take off my mask.

Unveil my face of glass.

I lie in bed and close my eyes

and paint on my dreamland canvas.


On the battlefield of feelings

I am the black knight.

If I can find it in my heart

to spare you, you beg of me.


Well darling, I, I cannot find

anything there at all.

Since you left for soft sand shores.

Leaving me shipwrecked on this sea of woe.

And when I’m home, I take off my mask.

Unveil my face of glass.

I lie in bed and close my eyes

and paint on my dreamland canvas.


I change my voice, I change my face

with everyone I meet.

I am much-liked and I excite

up there on the biggest of screens.


But when the lights go out each night

they leave for their home.

And I’m still trapped there in the screen.

Typecast and alone.


But I need to play my part and fake

and go on alone and act

because there is too much at stake

and the song is not finished yet.

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