MYSELF

I want to be fit for myself to know,

I want to be able, as days go by,

Always to look myself straight in the eye;

I don's want to stand, with the setting sun,

And hate myself for the things I've done.

A lot of secrets about myself,

And fool myself, as I come and go,

Into thinking that nobody else will know

The king of a man that I really am;

I don't want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to deserve all men's respect;

But here in the struggle for fame and pelf,

I don't want to look at myself and know

I don't want to look at my self and know

That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show.

I see what others may never see;

I know what others may never know;

I never san fool myself, and so,

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self-respecting and conscience free.