Sometimes I feel like the hierophant;
Sometimes I feel like the healer.
Sometimes I feel sort of strange;
Sometimes I feel like a stranger.

Sometimes I feel like the animal;
Sometimes, I feel like the fool.
And sometimes I feel like I’m fleshless,
Sometimes I feel I could rule.

Sometimes I feel like I’m feeling;
Sometimes I feel I’m not there.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living;
Sometimes I really don’t care.

Sometimes I feel like a teacher,
But always, I’ve so much to learn.
Sometimes I feel like a winner,
And sometimes I feel I’ll return.

Sometimes I feel like the judge;
But always, I feel I’m on trial.
Sometimes, I know all I know,
And other times I’d forgotten why.

Sometimes I feel like I’m feeling;
Sometimes I feel it’s not fair.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living;
Sometimes I feel I don’t care.

Sometimes a part of me is crying.
Sometimes, that part I would shed.
Always a part of me is dying;
Always a part of me is dead.

Always a part of me is living.
That part I’ll find in time’s end.
But sometimes a part of me’s not giving my all,
And that part I’ll find in my end.