Like everyone else I stand at the start
Of adulthood with no idea who I really
Am, I know what the Lord has told me,
But really the ultimate path is not so
Crystal clear to me.

Now I can be what you say I am, but
How would I know if that’s really me?
And I can define what I am and if I say
It enough , I might turn into what I
Tell everyone else I am.

How can anyone else define who I am
If I don’t even know? You can say Jake
Is so much of this and not enough of
Whatever else, I mean I wouldn’t really
Be able to tell you because I cant even
Tell myself.

There’s popular opinion and what others
Would like to see of me, but I don’t know
If that’s who I want to be, if that really is
Me. I think I would rather become the
Man no one else really is, stand alone in
Solitude with my God and the family Im
Hoping he provides for me.

The American dream is whatever the Lord
Defines me under, where his dream for me
Lies and I can cast aside any other hopes
For one that will bring a joy I have not yet
Seen.

One day I will be a man, not defined by age
But by knowing what I am, who the Lord
Wanted me to be. A hope that hope wont
Define me, if I mark myself by what wishful
Thinking I will continue to be a broken man.

Cast from the instable material brought from
The ground, to be filled with a soul to die
From an earthly suffocation, to be brought
Back to life in plan that I may be used to
Further a kingdom rumored to be up above.