What Makes Me Me

What makes me, me?
I am too ordinary
I have nothing more to offer
Than my wide-eyed wonder at the world

Curved moss, birdsong, the soft skin of birch bark
The kindness of strangers, pink stones and warm sand
Why, why, why?
You’re always wondering why
I have to stay strong to smile, anyway
It’s not that hard, you tell me they say

I don’t wanna have to tell you
I remember one winter you told me
My Pollyanna views were disquieting
And, why, why, why?
You’re always wondering why
I have to stay strong to smile, anyway