Who am I? What’s my name?
No, who am I really. What’s my name?
What do I have, in this world of maim
Without a conscience, soul, without a name
Who am I? A quest to pause my brain
Ponder the maze of life, what’s to gain?
What’s in the abyss, what’s in the price of fame?
What’s up the stairs, what do teens call lame?
Who are you? Really, what’s your name?
What good is you, without a name
What can a handshake or smile do without a name
What good is a rapport, when poof’s the name
Who am I? Regardless of game
Strip away the covers, strip away the gem
Take away her lipstick, take away his boots
And ask for a name, that’s how you find their roots.
Andreá Fellini *2012*Copyright!
art: Julien by EscapeVelocity