Absurd

Who am I this time?
I've got to know.
Everything I pretend to be
is becoming so absurd.

Is there anything?
Please don't you know?

Shimmering lights shadowy images
Reflections of the absurd

Is there anything?
Does anyone know?
When you're by yourself
are your thoughts your own?

In the end, I'm filled with dread
but not from what I've seen
what frightens me so very much
is what I pretended to be

Was there ever such a thing
as you or me?