Who do you think you are?
As I cross the valley, and the rain,
we all become something again.
Because…
Where do you belong?
As I cross the star field,
and go across,
I feel everything is lost.
Circumstantial. Evangelical.
Cross my path in the receptacle.
Supersubstantial. Incomprehensible.
I always felt I belong in this world.
Superficial. Enigmatic
I will look for what I lack.
I always believed,
if I worked hard,
for my living.
Teach all those,
who aren’t all willing.
Have those believe,
in what I’m selling.
It really pays to work hard.
I always believed,
if I live a life worth living.
Picking off the pieces,
that don’t see the ceiling.
Feel the void,
as it keeps on spilling.
It really pays to be worth something.
