As a dreamer  I've had my moments as a visionary  I've solved every riddle with ease  Made easy work of the puzzle that's me  Seen from within what is seen from without  Felt removed from all traces of doubt  About myself  My life  And my stonewalled waking hell    Daydreaming  I have often hoped for clarity  I've longed for the answers I need  Played hide and seek with the nature of me  I've prayed in vain for a part of myself, my prey  To feel removed from all traces of doubt  About himself  His life  And his stonewalled waking hell    How and why?  Who am I?  How can I ever hope to be the real me?  Clarity