It�s about finding a place,
Inside all this large space,
Not because of the things you don�t do
But because of the things you do do.
Adding and subtracting,
Where men are acting,
Inside this shape,
That�s over lapping,
Because of every decision you make,
And every right and wrong road you take,
It makes this shape,
Like paint on a wall,
And it runs like a bouncy red ball,
Into other�s private space,
Cause we all just jumble together to make,
One large shape for something�s sake,
We�re trying to hard to be different,
But our shape�s only made from where we agree,
It�s just too bad we can�t see,
Individuality is made of what we do,
Not what we refuse to do,
Screaming and screeching till our faces are old and blue,
And the paint on the wall will dry up and crack if you do that,
You�ve got to let your shape spread not wither and crawl back,
Don�t waste your time figur�en out what your not,
You should be spreading your wing,
And finding out those things,
Find places to fit,
And spaces to fill,
And don�t be afraid to overlap with other spaces at your own will,
It�s ok to agree,
It�s ok to be,
Be a shape that grows,
With limits no one knows,
Individuality,
A shape that could never cease to be.