Let’s decide what we all want to be
A choice of two or three
Could hamper our decision
the options make a small infinity
And temporarily
We wallow in our vision

It’s hardly ever late enough to force us to reveal our choice

What pleasure to resent authority
Or take up carpentry
Or practise self-improvement
The cabin boys can run away to sea
And fire engines flee
A dancer’s sell their movement

With twiddling thumbs, the tweedle-dums endeavor not to raise their voice

I don’t know, I don’t know
You ask me what I want to be, but I don’t know

In strapping on a new identity
Innate ability
Is measured with a g-string
Just like a jacket you will zip it shut
Oh, it’s a straight one but
You’ve thrown away the key ring

And suddenly it come to be you’re stuck inside it, wrong or right

In picking out the character for me
And choosing cautiously
I might deliberate, or
The putting off of choosing just might be
My choice eventually
Called a procrastinator