Ever wonder?

About the clap of thunder

That is never heard

Under the rustle of the wings of a bird?

A bird who goes just with the group

That follows loop after loop

That is apparently still unique

But still conforms so as not to be called a freak

 

Ever wonder what's behind the mask?

But who really is up to the task

Of looking under a turtle's shell?

Do you think that this ring a bell?

Because I'm sure you've seen it

The shell is seen when you're down in the pit

 

Ever wonder who you really are?

Questioning what is behind the star

That everyone can see

The boy, the girl who will be

The one that people will make ask themselves

"Is this the real me?"

 

Because that is what people want to know

But if we had the answer, what would show?

The complex demon who searches

Or the questioning angel who perches

On your shoulder whispering secrets

Of success, of wonders, of the sound of crickets

 

Because as you question, you begin to think

That there is no success, there is no next link

To push you forward,

But what do you want to go toward?

The next mask that will mark you?

Are you suppesed to try to walk in a certain shoe?

 

Ever wonder what role you are supposed to hold?

To the point that you don't have to be told

To fit into this space

To try to squeeze into this place

That is apparently the right size.

But ever wonder if it's just lies.

 

Ever wonder?

Where is the thunder?

The missing boom of protest?

The people who supposedly contest

Against conformities

Against being the same

Against hiding who you are

Againsts the masks and the curtains

We should not have to question "Who am I?"

 

Because then we'll have an answer

An answer creates certainty

Then we'll have something to hide behind

A place we are supposed to fit in

The shell that no one looks under

A bird who's flapping wings

Cover the sound of thunder

 

A mask

A shield

A curtain

Given by the answer

To the question

Ever wonder

who you really are?