To whom shall I ask
Do I have an idea what I am doing
Do I know anything at all
What will I say to my future self
For not doing anything
To transform at all
To transform at all
Am I just a puppet in the hands of the people around me
All that I see is just an escape
Escape from my own self
What I am trying to find
Is there anything to find at all
Or I am just moving without a cause
Do I know myself
Do I have any idea at all
What I am creating
What I am doing
What shall I do
What shall I need
Do I have anything at all
Am I just acting
Do I have any consciousness at all
Am I able to transform myself from the suffering
Am I able to become that
Am I able to transcend myself
Is there a way at all
Do I really have a choice
Am I able to create what I want
Is there any end to this
Do I really have any choice at all
Is there any reason for my suffering
Isn’t it the reality I need
If everything just happens then why I suffer
Every moment I am randomly
Associating my thoughts
Are they really mine
Do I have any choice over them
Do I know what I really want to think
Am I just fooling myself
Who will decide my destiny
Am I able to translocate it
Do I have the power to transcend myself
Is there any solution at all
Do I have a choice
Do I have a will power
Do I know what I am composing
Do I ever wanted to know anything at allThe Questioning of an Artist
The questioning never ends
Hence an artist just focuses on the creation
Of the art and the form
Leaving all the noise
Making it absolutely clear
By filling his stomach full and mind empty
The Epilogue without the Prologue
The difference between the creation of an amateur and an artist is not only of quantity and quality, but it's also of the mind- one is 'full of noise' and another is 'full of the signal'.