Wonder what I'm gonna be...

Hoi-polloi are busy,
occupied, so to be,
I'm alone, n at sea,
Wonder what I'm gonna be.

[humming]

Like a sunflower, on a gloomy day,
my comrade in confusion,
that wonders what to look at,
I wonder what not to.
The noetic senescence
got only to nonsense.

The tiny star, twinkling all night,
my comrade in confusion,
it wonders whether to glow,
n I, where to go.
Wit and sapience,
hit no difference.

'm not a flower,
'm not a star,
as none can decipher,
a reference to a cipher.
n there's none of the humankind,
as my comrade in confusion.
I'm alone, and at sea.
Wonder what I'm gonna be.

The whole senescence
made no sense,
n all the sapience,
no real difference.
I've grown old,
I turned cold.
Is it a shame?
All the same.
I'm still a nobody,
Wonder what else I could be.

Hoi-polloi are busy,
occupied, so to be.
They wanna progress,
n they have a process.
[sigh] I can't follow,
I can't follow.
Can only remain cold,
and let my story unfold.
A tragedy, a lullaby,
Wonder what it's gonna be.

[humming]

I'm alone, n at sea,
Wonder what I'm gonna be.