There's a blind desire there's a drive   There's a need to leave some lasting feat   Something to hold, something to keep   A monument to complete      There's a written page, there's a book   There's a search for something to say   Something to share, something to speak   A monument to convey      Is it fiction, is it confession?   Is it passion or just a profession?   Is it performance, is it expression?   Is it passion or just an obsession?      There's a photograph, there's a frame   There's a time, a moment to confine   Something to save, something to see   A monument to enshrine      Is it performance, is it expression?   Is it passion or just a profession?   Is it fiction, is it confession?   Is it passion or just an obsession?      There's an empty room, there's a blank page   There's a picture left incomplete   Something is lost, something remains   A monument to defeat      Is it fiction, is it confession?   Is it passion or just a profession?   Is it performance, is it expression?   Is it passion or just an obsession?