A Show of Hands

So you see, my friends
The show is never over, not really
For every end is a beginning
And after every nothing, there is always something
Augustine, you gentle creature
Am I everything you say I am?
I wanted to be
Did I waste my potential?
Did I lose touch or sight?
Through you, maybe I'll never die
And I'll float in endless time
Reaching out towards unloving arms
As megalomania overtakes every possible outcomе
Was I meant to be so much more?
I'll takе a show of hands
Yeah
That's what I'll do