Let Me Be


I never was one to walk on a tightrope

Didn’t count cracks on the pavement as I walked

I sucked at avoiding burning coal on the ground

And mud puddles and I were destined to be.


I love running and playing in open fields

Ride through flaming hoops for the thrill of it

I can never really get my hair to stay put

And when sliding down sandhills, am in heaven.


So don’t tell me to walk on eggshells

Don’t ask me to balance china on my limbs

Don’t let me juggle your favourite glassware

Unless you have no more use for it.


This suit sure as hell doesn’t fit

But we’ll get something else that does

For comfort is what we yearn for

Let me be me, as I let you be you.