By day I gracelessly stagger before passerby waving a plastic cup for spare change
By night I am a vivacious expression dancer and I perform as if every night were my last
By day I am a wizard at constructing a box as shelter and covering
By night I am an architect with prestigiously designed buildings alighting lofty skylines
By day I am without name, without face
By night the Silver Screen is my dominion, and I am renowned by great and small
By day I draw hopscotch boxes for the children who happen by
By night I am a fearless artist with the most coveted paintings on the black market
By day I frighten people away with my measly mutterings and cantankerous mumblings
By night I sing exploding operettas with a dynamic orchestra of human consciousness
By day I occupy futile space on a public bench and dream of what could be
By night I am the extraordinary engineer of those dear fantastic dreams
By day I am afraid of the scornful judging eye of my fellow man
By night I quite impartially oversee the rulings of the highest court in the land
By day I am small, easily missed, not of much consequence to anyone
By night I am an intrepid giant of a man with a terrifyingly remarkable strength
By day I am a most pitiful, worn, lonely soul
By night I robustly enjoy meals with genuinely loving and caring kinfolk and friends
By day the pain I carry is invisible, the hurt I know is intangible and unintelligible
By night I heal the sick and the ailing outspread on my surgical table
By day I am untouchable, an outcast shunned by all
By night I am a benevolent philanthropist giving of my time and resources to those who live without
By day I am a bum
By night I am human