helplessness blues

i was raised up believing i was somehow unique

like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes

unique in each way you can see

and now after some thinking

i'd say i'd rather be

a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

but i don't

i don't know what that will be

i'll get back to you someday soon you will see

what's my name

what's my station

oh

just tell me what i should do

i don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you

or bow down and be grateful and say sure