I don’t wanna be aloof, alone,
But sometimes, that’s the best way to be
It doesn’t mean I’m all forlorn;
But sometimes I kinda miss being me

With a book or two in my hands
and with my eyes in the skies
I could spend all my days
With stories of a hundred lands

I could watch a hundred pictures
Or I could lecture on some scriptures
I could eat whatever I wanted
No fad or diet me ever haunted!

I could laugh, I could cry,
But now I can no longer fly
I see that I can no longer be
And then I miss being me…