I said I wanted to be someone, a rich man
I could have been a dentist, an underwater archaeologist, a nuclear strategist
But I once overheard a tradesman asking for the price of a stairway
"No such thing as stairs," answered the girl with the golden eyes
I giggled along and changed my mind
Now what am I?
I said I wanted to be someone, a bigger man
Well, I could have been a poison master, a wild flower gardener, a god's story teller
But no, I'm just a salary man
Still, can I be a dancer?
So if I can't afford being useful, I can be happy
No? So what am I?
I'm but a story of accumulated choices
Disolved in untraceable causes-and-effects we call coincidences
And sometimes fate, or destiny
For all the tricks we don't understand, we call magic
But eventually, all is systematic