I'm cleaning out my display case
And self-reformed more than half way
Excluding all the specifics
Reacting is too scientific
But the more you breathe open-minded air
You'll be reminded of why you're here
All the time you were looking
Until you were born, now you're stuck here
Dialing in my prescription
Relying on old definition
When all preconceptions are lifted
Growing is more for the gifted
It's never a word 'till it's spoken here
Many interpret; it's still unclear
This can't be hard as choosing it
We’re all better off than accusing
