Blessed

Blessed to be in this race

There's no prize,

Just a frightening lack of time

At least we're getting paid

Appearances in shape

Blessed to see this face

Can i go blind?

Scratch the truth from my eyes

The check is on the way

Food is on the plate

We are all imposters

In our fathers suits

We are all imposters

In our mothers coats

Blessed to feel this rage

I see red, from morning noon,

Until bed

You think you're getting paid?

The check is on the way

I am an imposter

In my fathers trade

I am an imposter

With my mothers ways

I hope they can see me

Navigating each day

I'm a skilled chameleon

With a very human face