What's This Thing?

Can you feel it on the inside?

Can you feel it looking out?

When perceptions just won't blend

Do they feed your rising doubt?

What's this thing you call me

It's scratching just beneath the surface

It's that thing that makes up everyone

Every snowflake is unique until it melts

And there's no stopping the sun

You're just like everybody else

You're just like everybody else

You're just like everybody else

You're just like everybody else

With our deluded sense of self

We're just like everybody else

We're just like everybody else

We're just like everybody else

What's this thing I call me