There’s nothing wrong with me
I’m okay, there’s nothing wrong with me.
I am as ambitious as the mountain peaks,
And as steady as the grassy plains.
My imagination is as productive as the verdant green woods,
And I am as flexible as the ocean waters.
I am as quiet as a field of full-grown wheat,
And as reliable as monks singing their hours.
I am as quiet as a stalactite,
And as good-looking as a bear cub.
There’s nothing wrong with me.