Now I was listening to one of my favorite albums, staring at the album box (yes, on CD, people still do that) then it wrote this for me...
I'm a tad introspective as write this, an examination of my mind
Calling on my thoughts to be with me an invocation of kinds
I seek real quotes from my mental for you to quote me as your mentor
But again I'd rather remain in ink and paper in retrospect for self
So I won't recite this while your're getting down at some amphitheater
Rather I'll leave it written down so you can read it to yourself later.
It's not self centric to seek to know oneself, to gain one's definition,
We all hunger for stolen moments like those, when we get to be us
Because subconsciously we are always who we are made to be
By one two many standards, yet we still claim to have our own
One soul, two disparate people, in the name of making a name for ourselves
Come to think of it, this sounds familiar, it reminds me of self.
I'm no different from everyone; I stay up all night long trying to figure
why I always have to be someone else, maybe one day it'll all make sense.
