i was raised up believing i was somehow unique, like a snowflake

i was raised up believing i was somehow unique, like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see. but now after some thinking, i think i'd rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery, serving something beyond me. but i don't know what that will be. i'll get back to you someday soon you will see. what's my name? what's my station? oh just tell me what i should do. i don't need to be kind to the armies of night. that would do such injustice to you. or bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see," to the men who move only in dimly lit halls, and determine my future for me. and i don't know who to believe. i'll get back to you someday soon, you will see. if i know only one thing, it's that everything that i see of the world outside is so inconceivable, often i barely can speak. yeah, i'm tongue tied and dizzy and i can't keep it to myself. what good does it do to sing helplessness blues? why should i wait for anyone else? and i know i will keep you on the shelf. i'll come back to you someday soon, myself.