Myself
Once upon a time I was ready to life
They gave me breath and a purpose
And all the enough for me to thrive
At the time I thought it stupendous
First five years came out very well
Spreading gifts and living in a nest
Then I was noticed I couldn’t dwell
Unless I gave world all of my best
I tried to behave like all the others
But something in me was so unlike
That I feared I belonged to losers
From then on there was no delight
It was up to me to be myself
Could not I be anybody else?
It was up to me to be myself
Could not I be anybody else?
A long time and still not adapted
A little too late to be born again
Unable to untangle this matted
Vices and habits will lead to pain
Did I choose to live this or was it just an accident?
Am I supposed to change or should I be resistent?
It was up to me to be myself
Could not I be anybody else?
A little too late to be born again