Who am I?

I've been wandering 'round 'n' 'round

around a table that is round.

I bow down,

my knees in the cold ground

and I wander 'round 'n' 'round

around a wonder that is round

and I wonder

"Who am I?"

I could be mere lie

or maybe the hopeless groan of those who died

without ever being alive.

I could be just a scrap

of a crappy little crap,

a verse in a rap song.

I could be a short fairy tale,

one that's too long to be heard.

I could be the heart of everything

or I could be just nothing.

I'm probably just a small thing

but I'm shout it out loud

'cause I'm proud to be small

but bigger but than you'll ever be.

'Cause I'm the small unimportant thing

your eyes can't seem to see

and I'm just happy to be me.