Once there was a redbud tree
who wanted to grow up to be an oak tree
but his mom and dad gently
told him redbud trees do not grow to be oak trees
you have to be a redbud tree

Then he thought he would be willing to be cut down
in order to be chopped up and made something to write on
to hold some printed words
the ones that turn the world
but the mill thought it not practical
they left him all alone to grow

I could earn my PHD 
or I could pack up and join the marines
I could backpack overseas
I could even do nothing at all

I could climb Mount Everest
okay maybe not, maybe not
but it still seems like there are lots of
things I could do
I just don't know what to do

And if you were like the economy
then you could not admire me
for in me is no practicality
my arms just go out to you
my life is your technology
and I know what I must do

Where I go and what I do
you can do, and undo
after I'm undone by you
I will be all new