I could be a lunatic

I could be a lunatic
I talk to thin air
They say you answer
But you’re never there

I could be a nutter
I rant and I rave
Searching for answers
Finding more questions

Where are my angels?
Where are my guides?
Where have they gone?
It’s a matter of faith

Only the ringing in my ears
No idea what it means
I’m stewing in confusion
A crisis of faith