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.