Edie Brickell and the Reflecting Pool
What Am I?
“How many times have you watched it?” the older asks. “Thousands! She’s on my playlist for sure. I love ‘What I Am!’” balks the younger. “No, how many times have you watched that music video? Observed it? How much attention have you given it?” the older echoes. “Oh,” the younger head crooks, “I don’t know. A few times. I guess. I usually just have the music on in the background. Why!?” The older sighs, “Remember when we were young and debated which wich was best? Ham-n-cheese versus something with all the fixings?” The younger relents, inanimate, “Oh God. Not this again. I just like it. Alright!? It gets stuck in my head. I don’t need a better reason than that.” The older winces, searching for a loved one lost – this again. “Are you what you are,” the older scolds, “…or what?” “I just like it.” “Didn’t you say that already?” “The lyrics just get me.” “Do you feel inspired?” “Sometimes it’s nice to just tune out.” “What are you avoiding?” “Not everything needs a deeper meaning.” “Why am I the one seeking definition?” “Leave me alone.” “What does another perspective hurt?” “I know what I am.” “Do you believe that or just expect me to?” “I know who I am!” “Do ya?” Just.