You might say I’m in the middle of A crisis of identity. I don’t know who I am And I don’t know if I ever did. It’s the strangest feeling Like falling without gravity. At least on earth You know where you’re gonna end up. You might be dead But there sure aren’t any surprises As to where or whether you’ll land. Me, I guess I’m careening through space Waiting for impact And wondering when I’m gonna crash Full force into an asteroid.