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