What does it mean to be truly free,
If I asked you this could you answer me?
And what does it mean to be whole,
Am I not complete?
Thoughts like these rush in
On lonely nights when I can't sleep.
And I can't speak,
I feel mute.
I feel I need something absoute,
Some absolute truth.
And I've come far, well maybe not,
Maybe I've just forgot.
When my head gets like a TV screen,
Playing that static, fuzzy scene.
And sometimes I want to scream,
And sometimes I scream.
But there are nights when I do dream,
And I dream