I’m aware I have a big nose

It goes back to Ireland I suppose

The laced patch of my families history

And dna which is somehow in this tree

Dating back to 1403

I don’t know much really

I know sometimes I think too much

Ignore the small stuff

And write and speak on things that

Are only 10 percent heard,it’s rough

I’m aware that there’s too much going on

And I’m all reality I’m just a figment who

Most of the time Is spun

Inside a world where you pass me my dear