Grey haired lady in the middle of the floor Questions that ask nothing other than to prolong silence the walls bleached white with cold hatred Burn the brain with fake light did we invent the right angle or did we just exploit what has always existed Have we figured out who and what we are or have we lied about what we arenβt Iβm a little boy without a ***** I havenβt been myself all my life My identity is what I have when nothing else is left Donβt tell me who I am!