I don't know really who I think I am.
I don't know why I need a name.
It's a nice thing.
I don't know why I act the way I do.
Do what I do.
Say what I say.
I feel Like I make such a fool of myself.
Like I don't have one clue how people look at me,
what they think of me,
And that I act like it doesn't matter,
to keep from getting hurt,
and I hide my suspicions,
And pretend nothing's wrong.
I know nobody is better than anybody else.
I know I am, in essence; free.
I know I can do what I want, when I want to.
I know I am very, very lucky.
But, you know?
I've earned everything.
EVERYTHING I've got.
I earned.
I tell you.
I worked hard to this point.
And you know?
It payed off.
My investment payed off.
I'm happy.
Thanks, Folk.
It's my pleasure
to entertain you.
My Joy.
Really.
Really IS!