Fine

Wasted space
Or a clean slate
Am I a mountain
Or an empty plain
Am I crazy or am I sane
And who's to voice
The thoughts of the slain
Who's to distinguish
The tears from the rain
To grant grace
Or show disdain

Or am I both
Both my triumph
And my bane
Sly as a snake
And wise as the cane
Dreams like a child’s
With the insight of a scholar
Both the proud head of a coin
And its humble tail

Am I
To be as two faced as a sheet
Both sides visible
When the light shines through

Is it right that I am
Both victim and convict
Witness and judge
Liar and detective

Is it possible
For me to wield both
Pity for the week
Callous for the poor
Humor of a comedian
And the somber sigh of a widow

Is it right
Am I okay
Is it allowed
Am I normal

And just what is it
That I want
The glory of that lonely stage
Or the comforts of a lowly common

Is it fine
Is it alright
That I desire both

For I am afraid