I sit here thinking to myself
If there’s a point here,
’Cause now and then and this and that
Is not at all that clear.
I wish I had a little guy
That sat inside my head,
And pulled the strings to left and right,
And I could just be led.
At first, I looked above my head
To people, wise and old,
And when I failed to find joy,
I thought there was no gold.
I listened to all of their truths
And took them on as mine,
But though I really tried my best,
I never quite felt fine.
I then attempted to find truth
Through tales told in time,
But having lived in concepts long,
I never crossed the line.
Was lost again, but tricked my mind
That I was doing great,
And yet throughout all my life,
I always fought my fate.
I fought the truth about us all,
Yet now I hope to see:
That little guy inside us all
Is you, and them, and me.