Questions

Who’s that out there in the crowd, tell me are you him? 
A fan, a parent, a friend?
Tell me if I’m real or not, tell me who I am.


When the applause crescendos and the lights grow dim,
When silence conquers the world.
Who’s that out there in the crowd, tell me are you him?


I oftimes wonder purpose, sometimes even why,
But dodged, the questions always are!
Tell me if I’m real or not, tell me who I am. 


Wasted time is tragedy, wasted life more so,
Yet still I ask to all now,
Who’s that out there in the crowd, tell me are you him!


When will and reason converged, decided long ago,
To seek morbid ecstasy.
Tell me if I’m real or not, tell me who I am.


I cannot fathom answers, even if I try,
Haunted is my vision still.
Who’s that out there in the crowd? Tell me are you him?
Tell me if I’m real or not, tell me who I am.