Most of 'em

don't know where they are.
Most of 'em don't know
where they've been.
Most of 'em don't know
what they are.
Most of 'em don't know how
they got this way.
Most of 'em don't know
who they are
(if they think about it
for longer than a cigarette break).
Most of 'em have their hands full
just winning the battle of day to day.
Most of 'em wouldn't be able
to fill up a school notebook
with what they remember
from the days when they used
to own one.
For most of 'em, the world is
just "out there" and
other people are mostly "they".
But still most of 'em
think they know the score,
got it figured out,
know where they stand,
know what it's all about,
and by God they know
they're right
about the Big Stuff.
Whew. Must be nice
to be that sure.
Makes me kinda
jealous.