Who am I?
Who am I?
That answer is not easy,
Nor simple.
I am the lyrics
Of long-dead musicians.
I am the moan
Of the man onstage.
Oh…
I am horrible art.
I am the flower child
That you dismiss.
I am strawberry fields
And roadhouse blues.
I am the needle
That makes the music.
I am up
And down.
I am the savior
Of a time past.
Hallelujah!
I am trapped in a world
Where I do not belong.
I am chaos
In perfect order.
I’m one of The Lost
And I don’t want to be found.
Never.
I am the unexpected.
I am completely
Utterly
Predictable.
Who am I?
I am something that you have never seen before
Or will ever see again.
That answer is not easy,
Nor simple.
I am the lyrics
Of long-dead musicians.
I am the moan
Of the man onstage.
Oh…
I am horrible art.
I am the flower child
That you dismiss.
I am strawberry fields
And roadhouse blues.
I am the needle
That makes the music.
I am up
And down.
I am the savior
Of a time past.
Hallelujah!
I am trapped in a world
Where I do not belong.
I am chaos
In perfect order.
I’m one of The Lost
And I don’t want to be found.
Never.
I am the unexpected.
I am completely
Utterly
Predictable.
Who am I?
I am something that you have never seen before
Or will ever see again.