They tell me who to be in life.
They tell me what to do.
They tell me I should act my age.
But it’s not telling the truth
I am me, the drifter
Nice to meet you here today
I take life down a path
Doing so my own way
Sure I fall and scrape my knee
But I get back up you see
I want to be who I want to be
And while everyone else is doing what they please
I’ll stay right here
I’ll stay me
About the Creator
Noah Nelson
I’m a graduate from the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. If I’m not reading or writing, I’m probably at a concert or playing acoustic guitar.
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