Who are you? Have you ever thought?
And does it matter, your type, your sort?
How tiresome, demands that are placed on our race,
and constantly changing, young or old, place to place
Are you pleased or unhappy with what you are and have got
Have you made some mistakes? Show me someone who's not!
Do you wish things were different, better somehow
Or does the constant change feel like a merry-go-round
Are you too fat, too thin or are you just right
Too tall or too short, or just the right height
Straight hair or curly, blue eyes or brown
Fair skin or olive, face angled or round
Too quiet, too loud, too humble, too proud
Are you busy or lazy, too quiet, too crazy
Prefer animals to people or the other way round
Are your cogs always turning or is your head in the clouds
A born fashionista or prefer comfy trainers
Heels and a dress or are jeans a no brainer
Would you walk in the fields or stroll on a beach
Climb mountains, sail rivers, search things out of reach,
Would you shop in big cities, relax on a yacht
Search out trinkets and treasures, put money in slots
Enjoy meeting people or prefer your close friends
Or enjoy your own company every weekend
The life that you weave is the one you should love
It should shroud you in comfort and fit like a glove
It isn't, and shouldn't. be like anyone else's,
should seek no apology nor invite inquisition
For you are just you, if you've ever thought
Ordinary yet special, a unique type or sort.
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