I've labored my talents
and looked around the variants
Many people are there
watching the head and shoulders that stand in front of them

Get in a line
check your environment
It's you smiling back
it's that rhythm that you specified

Changing channels
and morphing thru everybody's head and shoulders
A circular motion
determines your fate

In the end
it was a gesture from another
As he stood shoulder to shoulder
with your splitting images

That was me on the verge
me on the brink
I was over there
bridging the in-between

This can't make sense
I know
But I was angry with the very thought
of me being him