Thinker is what I'm called, sometimes an observer too
Nothing extraordinary in my face or in my shoes
Like any other being searching for my purpose too
Looking for a lover sitting on the train
Standing at the bus-stop crying in the rain
Wishing for some laughter hoping for no pain
Praying at the alter to god I complain
Hope he will hear me wanting much to gain
I am I am that is what I am

Sharing my ideas coming up with thoughts
Being a good daughter, a sister and a mom
Laughing at my sorrow talking with myself
Can't control the world spinning round and round
Can't take the trash out on a busy morn
Don't feel like eating anything out of the norm
Looking at the tiny wiggly little worm
Making an effort just like me to exist in this world
I am I am that is what I am

Words I whisper to myself as I walk on by
A certain stranger comes up to me and happens to say hi
Looking at the little birds as they attempt to fly
Watching the children as they go on running by
Taking the sights and sounds of the city
Absorbing in all the bold and the beauty
A twinkle of anticipation I can see in my eye
Know I will be happy some day when I die
I am I am that is what I am