As I sit and wonder
as I stare and worry
with my arms weary
as I sit and ponder
as I stare and counter
with my weight heavy
I ask myself when
I ask myself how
I ask myself where
I look up in the sky
I look up to the stars
I look up to the moon
as I sit and wonder
as I sit and ponder
with my arms weary
being myself is hard
and look like a sin
like a criminal offence
being myself looks foreign
it’s sound so boring
yet…