Is It? Was It? Are We? Should We?

is it me, or is it you
is it false, or is it true
are there many, are there few
are you to sit, or are you to do


was it your fault, or was it mine
are we now pigs, that awful swine
or perhaps, a special kind of devine
one that's not fantastic, only fine


are we to sit, are we to cry
made to sulk, and wonder why
to walk and talk, and one day die
to watch the clouds got by and by


are we to look, and not to stare
to constantly care, about what to wear
weather or not, we'll make a perfect pair
or if we'll die, because life's not fair


should we get out, of the old routineto
go against, every gene
would that be wrong, would that be mean
is it to much, what we've all seen


is it them, or is it us
is it worry, or is it fuss
will we shut up, will we cuss
just long enough, to catch this bus