Sometimes I wonder: Who am I?
I know how to use a compass
I know how to blow up a balloon
I know how to mow the grass
I know how to play the bassoon
I know how to use a map
I know how to ride a horse
I know how to set a trap
I know how to pick the right course
I know how to wash a car
I know to walk my dog
I know how to wish on the stars
I know how to start a blog
But do I know who I am?
Do I know what it means to be me?
Do I know what it means to be happy?
Full of joy and bliss and carefree?
Someday I’ll find the answer
Locked within my own mind
Someday I’ll solve the mystery
At just the right date and time.