I’ve always asked questions, we all have I guess. I remember really asking a lot of questions since I turned eighteen, I questioned everything and I still do. I’m not saying I found answers in fact to the contrary, the more questions I ask the less answers I find, but hey, at least I asked.

IS IT A LIE? IS IT THE TRUTH?

Is it a lie

Is it the truth

Maybe my disguise

Is nothing but uncouth

Do I know

Am I dumb

Seeing double

Drunk on rum

In the dark

Saw the light

Don’t find me in the morning

If you lose me in the night

Lift me up

Put me down

Replace my hat

With a crown

I am nobody

I am someone

A prince of dreaming

A king of no-one

Is it the truth

Is it a lie

Maybe there’s an answer

To my question why