Who do I see, when I see me.

Do I see the me that I ought to see?

Or do I see a me

that’s a little bit lazy.

Or do I see a me

that’s a whole lot of crazy.

Do I see a me whose direction in life

Has become confused

And mighty hazy.

What do others see when they see me?

Do they see the me

That I intend for them to see?

Do they see the me

That works diligently

Do they see the me?

That approaches respectfully.

Do they see the me

That dotes on punctuality

Do they see my demeanor of honesty?

What do I see when I see me?

Do I see what others see

When they see me

Well, All that I can plainly see,

When taking a real good look at me,

Is someone that I just love to be.