From the recording Music Heuristic
I was assigned a name
And what it became was all my fault
What was I trying to do?
What was I trying to prove?
To myself, to my mother, to you?
Only now do we know
That reality bends through imagination’s lens
And who we are is inside
A construction of our past and present lives
We are as we do
We act how we’ve been raised
And I’m not gonna say that it’s over
Now that I’m older
It gets complicated
When it is explicated
Knowing why we say the things we do
And our hearts are sated (sometimes I love it)
When we can navigate it (sometimes I hate it)
Learning from paths we choose
And the way things play through