I scan the horizon

It’s flat as old coke

I laugh at my own life

As if it’s all a joke

I feel as though I’m very odd

But I can say I’m very normal

To me I’m dressed up in rags

But in the mirror I’m dressed formal

Why oh why must the answers hide?

Have they disappeared after the questions died?

Am I just too sharp to ever be dull?

Or is it just sleep that wants me to lull?

This can’t be happening! Not here, not now

Yet it did somewhere somehow

I no longer have eyes

Yet still I can see

I think I am nothing

Yet still I can be

I know I’m getting old

But not yet in my prime

Life seems so very long

But it takes so little time

Why oh why must the answers hide?

Have they disappeared after the questions died?

Must I be nothing to ever be something?

Or should silence forever be the song I sing?

Now I see it’s happening. Right now, right here

So I scare myself until there is no fear

I never thought of this as normal

I never thought I’d be insane

Yet voices tell me otherwise

The voices of my brain

Questions, questions

Many to be told

Am I really still me?

If I may be so bold

Where oh where do the answers hide?

Did they disappear when the questions died?

Or did they just move to my head?

Plenty of room, my mind is dead

To know if I’m perfect I must first sin

Fall deeper into the abyss I’m in

The clear water of my mind now is muddy

At least now I can say that I’m somebody

Me