Where is my name tag?
Where is
my name?
How did I get here, and why am I called that? Whose idea is this, and when exactly is now, Well, forget about now, but who is this person they call me? |
Is he supposed
to be dashing and brave;
Heroic and sure? Can he fly, or go to the moon? Do some trick, have some talent? Because if not, why do we have to know his name? |
Does he
have great ideas?
Poetry of the mind? Does he dare dream impossible dreams; Challenge the wicked, help the kind? What kind of person is he, if he doesn't do all of the above? |
Does he
get lost easily, unfocused, gets left behind?
Wonders a lot, worries a lot, cares about too many things but doesn't really stop. In the eye of the storm does he dance, or merely wait for the ride to pass? |
Does he
have a clue
A hint, a piece of the puzzle Do we need him, is he neccessary A part of the game? Does he play the top hat, the dog, thimble, Or does he just stay in jail and never pass Go? |
So who am
I, to be called upon and used?
Does anyone carry the weight of that plastic and red hue? I need to find my name So I can tell you who I am Without which we're both lost Stranded in a world with no name tags. |