The air feels hot and then cold
And I feel young while I’m still old
I somehow start and suddenly stop
I’m at the bottom and then at the top

I say yes when I mean no
I want to stay but try to go
I look high when I should look low
And I move fast when I should move slow

I pretend knowledge when I don’t know
I move to when it should be fro
I try to run when I should walk
I quietly listen but instead should talk

I think ugly but appear beautiful
I try rebellion when I should be dutiful
I speak when I don’t know a thing to say to you
I color the world red when clearly it’s blue

I walk and go no place
I tend to collapse when I need more space
I try to see tomorrow when I need to see today
I want to work when I should play

Things seem great when they are small
Life seems complete but that’s not all
I try to hold it when it should fall
I move in timidity when I should be tall

I protect when I could break
I see mountains and then a lake
I give when I should keep
And I lay awake when I should sleep