They say it's simple
as easy as one two three.
It was never that simple.
At least not for me.
You see, I never quite made it to three.
One was fine
Two as well.
But three?
What the hell!
Blindsided from the left,
hit from the right.
Lost my place, in the midst of the fight.
I'd pick up my pieces and try and start again.
I counted as I picked them up.
Using my own numbers.
My own little way.
So what if I never got to three?
I never really wanted to be there anyways.
You see, I learned that I don't like that three.
It meant someone was controlling me.
Telling me where I should be.
What if I wanted to be at 6
or 9
or 12?
I don't see why I should go to three,
when 12 or 19 or 27 is really where I want to be.
So I count to myself, all night and day
until I get to somewhere I want to be.
I guess it was simple, you see.
But it was never one two three.
It was as simple as
I
am
free.