WHO AM I?
If the world is always turning why do I feel I’m standing still?
If everything is changing, why the same am I still?
While everyone goes forward, I always stand in place
I’m trying to figure out who I am while everyone's changing face
who do I compare to? Who and me's alike?
I don't know and I don't care I’m me and that's alright
If the world is always turning, why is everything passing me by?
If everything has a season, when comes the one for I?