I can be all, that you need me to be
I can fit any skin that I’m given
I consider it chance, I am here as I am
and I’ll never let chance be my prison.
Think of me, if you would, as a ball of potential
Exploring my personal limits
I do not quite know, what of life I control
but I’ll try it all till life prohibits.
Let me know your ideas and I’ll think up some too
And if I could help you, I’d be flattered
I don’t want to survive, make money or get by
I’d just like, when I’m gone, to have mattered.