I am nobody in particular and somebody to few. I haven't a
thing to offer. and I haven't a clue. I have little to say
with me, nothing gets done. all kinds of time to do it, and
allways on the run.I float in a boat, and sink like a rock.
I flew higher than kites, never flew with the flock.
there's times when I'm tired, times when I'm wired, but I'm
never wound too tight. there's a will that's in me, and it's
only the beginning of the time between today and tonight! therefore, I ask you. who are you, to ask who I am. for I should be asking you, who you is...or, is it you. who should be asking who am me?.....Hell, I don't know. it's all messed up......and I need help.