I can’t lift myself off the ground
By the belt loop of my jeans
I’m often told to know myself
But I’m not sure what that means
If I remember what I’ve done
Can I know what I’ll do next?
But when I’m conscious all along
I can’t put it to the test
The truth is always true
I do the things I do
Each prediction is self-fulfilling
If I don’t know myself then
Can I be my own person?
Isn’t conforming easy?
I’d rather just be ordinary & free
Someday I’ll choreograph my life
Dancing to a different drum
Until I hear that solo beat
I’m content to play along
I can pretend to understand
What it is I want to be
Maybe it’s everything I’m not
But it’s all the same to me
I mirror what I see
And most conveniently
Everyone loves their own reflection
Maybe you’ve looked inside yourself
Spotted patterns in the clouds
But was it you observing you
Or the other way around?
How many others did you see
All responding to your name?
Could it be you’re the only one?
Could it be we’re all the same?
There’s no one else to know
We make it as we go
Redefining our limitations
If I don’t know myself then
Can I be my own person?
Isn’t conforming easy?
I’d rather just be ordinary & free
That’s me.
