I sit in class bored out of my mind
The teacher reads, but I'm far behind
Hamlet's asking, "To be or not be?"
I'm asking, "Do I want to be me?"
Do I have to decide right here and now?
World, Please! Slow Down! Holy Cow!
Must I decide if I want a big house?
And if I don't will they call me a mouse?
Will they say I just want to run and hide?
I honestly don't know if I can decide
Is a world of products really me?
Do I just want to be a worker bee?
To sit in my hive and bow to the queen
Well, really, that life sounds just mean
I want a life of laughs and giggles
I want to live in a world like the Wiggles
I have made up my mind to travel the world
I will throw out this society; hurled
I don't need a big fancy house
and I could care less if they call me a mouse
My teacher stops talking and glares at the clock
My classmates turn too already part of the flock
Hamlet's still asking, "To be or not to be?"
I say with a smile, "I want to be me."