Lost in a desert of empty stares
Seeking approval from blind eyes
Searching for meaning amidst narrow minds
I turn to face the crowd of expectation
Somewhat sorry that I cannot meet
Their skewed perception of whom they think I should be
Or perhaps even want to be
For we all need to fit into these perfect frames
Of love, power and success to really win
The faces begin to shout… time is running out
Have you got enough ticks on your list?
Or are you just a name with nothing to show off
To all those who appear to be watching you
Their reflections are just as unsure
Who are they to call you to be the same?