I can’t lift myself off the ground nBy the belt loop of my jeans nI’m often told to know myself nBut I’m not sure what that means nIf I remember what I’ve done nCan I know what I’ll do next? nBut when I’m conscious all along nI can’t put it to the test nThe truth is always true nI do the things I do nEach prediction is self-fulfilling nnIf I don’t know myself then nCan I be my own person? nIsn’t conforming easy? nI’d rather just be ordinary & free nnSomeday I’ll choreograph my life nDancing to a different drum nUntil I hear that solo beat nI’m content to play along nI can pretend to understand nWhat it is I want to be nMaybe it’s everything I’m not nBut it’s all the same to me nI mirror what I see nAnd most conveniently nEveryone loves their own reflection nnMaybe you’ve looked inside yourself nSpotted patterns in the clouds nBut was it you observing you nOr the other way around? nHow many others did you see nAll responding to your name? nCould it be you’re the only one? nCould it be we’re all the same? nThere’s no one else to know nWe make it as we go nRedefining our limitations nnIf I don’t know myself then nCan I be my own person? nIsn’t conforming easy? nI’d rather just be ordinary & free nThat’s me.