Ideal me
by eyesaw
About this track
From the moment we are old enough to understand, we are bombarded with definitions of what we should be, what we should strive for, what we should achieve. But what if that's not you? Lyric below: I polish the starting line with my toes On my mark once: never been since The path turns to scrub while I plan where to go And the map’s fading under my fingerprints…while I’m Postponing who I’m supposed to be All the places searching for The ideal me I fritter each minute my compass is made Delay my departure but don’t feel the cost I shop for machetes to help clear my way Then hone every blade ‘til its keen edge is lost…it’s like Wondering who I’m supposed to be All the reasons searching for The ideal me Maybe I’m not meant to fit Maybe I’m already free The quiet middle finger I raise to the world Shows the ideal me I’m done… Wondering who I’m supposed to be All the years spent searching for The ideal me Wondering who I’m supposed to be The decades wasted searching for The ideal me