A lifetime of uncool
But suddenly, that’s changed
Here in a service program, around 18-24 year olds,
I’ve captured that elusive, secret world
I’m on the team everyone wants to be on
I’m friends with everyone
I know about all the party plans
I’m part of all the crazy escapades
People look at me — maybe the whole squad — in awe
I’ve shaved my hair
I walk around with an air of importance
Someone even said we’re the best looking team
I am cool.
I’ve been soaking in the feeling
Of a dream long chased finally achieved
It’s enchanting, intoxicating
I’m the happiest I’ve been, in heaven
But recently, I’ve come back down to earth.
I’ve been wondering what makes someone cool.
Am I still me?
Do I want to be cool?
Yesterday the uncool me of 24 years
Wanted to go to a campus dance
But the new, cool me went to a bar instead
It was fun, so I don’t regret it
But did I ignore the real me?
My best friend here is the epitome of cool
The hottest girl around
As her friend I enjoy runoff cool points, the attention
But am I living in her shadow, playing second fiddle?
Can I handle that?
I would never want to lose this feeling of being cool
But I can’t help wondering
Is cool me really me?
Is it reality?
What is cool?