Mine is a lot like mine
Yours is a lot like yours
Ours is a lot like ours, as it should be
‘cause mine is a lot like mine
How was it I first learned?
Chances and scrapes and burns
Similarities outweigh the other things
But it’s nice to have my own mind
Mine is a lot like mine
Yours is a lot like yours
Ours is a lot like ours, as it should be
‘cause mine is a lot like mine
Where was it I first learned?
Place is elementally firm
But equally soft, who knows what it will be
The only constant is entropy
When was it I first learned?
Time is of principal concern
The past is as elastic as that which is to be
And we still have a lot to learn
Mine is a lot like mine
Yours is a lot like yours
Ours is a lot like ours, as it should be
‘cause mine is a lot like mine
What was it I first learned?
Memories too can burn
Facts can serve interests even when they are true
My knowledge suits me and what is mine
Who was I when I first learned?
Who will you be on your next turn?
As one we’re still many, but many can be none
Who will we be when the time comes?
Mine is a lot like mine
Yours is a lot like yours
Ours is a lot like ours, as it should be
‘cause mine is a lot like mine
Why was it I first learned?
That took a lot of nerve
I can’t really know anything, one or me
But I’ll keep trying for the sake of being
Mine is a lot like mine
Yours is a lot like yours
When they converge – how, where, who, what and why
Things get better when we come together; life is richer when we learn from each other; we become others even as stars fill the sky…
And I wonder why it doesn’t happen more. Sometimes mine can be a bit too much like mine.
