Really Be

More ramblings by Kaela. I hope you'll find some meaning in this.

You see your face on a billboard

Wonder if it’s pretty enough

I see my face in the mirror

Am I really such a health buff?

Because really I’m kind of chubby

And you’re 90% airbrushed

 

I hear my voice saying

I want to change the world

But already I’m 20

And I don’t know half as much as I should about the world

That I want to change so much

 

We’ve really got a lot to learn

 

This is my area, dearest

Sweet baby, this is my field

But you open old holes for me, honey

And still I can’t get them filled

 

Are we really all we want to be

And can we ever really, really be?

 

I know more about Gaelic

Than half the people I meet

But then I find someone

Who within a micro-moment has me beat beat beat beat

 

This is my forte, baby

Sugar, this is my captain’s seat

But sometimes you hold up your plate

And I still can’t find any meat

 

We’ve really got a lot to learn

 

You watch your scene on the playback

And your golden moment shines

But the critics didn’t like it

And not one theater had long lines

 

Is there any reason to do it?

Is there any reason to be?

We’re swimming through the mud pit

Of egocentricity

 

All is one and the one is all

So can we ever really,

Really be?

 

Author's Note

Please ignore my lack of proper punctuation.