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!