In the End

In all you accomplish, in all your beautiful schemes, your lovely lifeless tromping through the muddling life and struggling existence, you continue along, In the end you are, you are a dreamer, you are one that wakes up in the morning and grabs his coffee, puts a smile on the tensed up cheek muscles of a joyless facade, and crawl into the muck of every day life, you are you. In the end, after you fight the paper tigers, after the war waged fiercely is lost against your desktop computer, after you uncommittedly skate along the thin ice of a forgotten cause of a relationship, you are you. In the end, when the doves pull you somewhere and the hawks in the other direction, when the monsters of your imagination manifest themselves into your society as friends, as neighbors, as family, when the mountains get to steep and you stumble and can't pick up your feet and you see that only more sleeping giants and mountains await you, remember that you are you, a special entity worthy of a thousand yous! no price can be given to measure your worth, because you are you, And in the end, you are you, just that, three simple words that mean so much, you are you, and the universe wouldn't be the same without you, from the tip of your head to your gorgeous feet, so take comfort, you make the world a new and better place, you are a light, You are a light to follow, lighting up the path of the crooked wanderer, useful no matter how crooked, being guidance in the tumultuous darkness, tossed and turned like ice in a blender, mixed for those to feed off your fruits, but you muddle on, because you are special, you are you. Don't let anyone change you, you perfect little person, because in the end, you are you. - Trey Capello