"In My Secret Life"

I was introduced to a song recently. "In My Secret Life" by Leonard Cohen.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:From
the latest hit,To the wisdom
of old.But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

My daughter has an amazing ability to find songs that actually mean something. This one sounds so much like several posts I have written here.

Maybe everyone has a secret life. Maybe I am not so unusual after all.

On the other hand, maybe it is true that many artistic types are like me, just a little bit...off.