How many of us are who we want to be?
Is who you want to be even possible, or is it an ideal
How many of us can even juggle
Between who we are,
And who we believe we are,
And who we wish we were,
Or want to be.
How many of us are honest enough
To remember the lies we chose to tell ourselves
Then later chose to believe
And then chose not to blame ourselves
For believing the lies we told ourselves to believe in the first place
No matter, this mess..
Can anyone be anything other than what they are?
Does free will count?
Is what you want to be, who you aspire towards,
A measure of being, a metric of your worth?
Well, fittingly, turns out that that’s up to you
If you believe you are the master of your ship,
The captain of your soul,
Then yes, absolutely
If you don’t,
Prepare to spend eternity with the insects