Imposter Syndrome

 

In the midst of our own Pointless ruminations, we welcome the First Minister’s acceptance of her existential crisis through the medium of Bowie…

Sartre takes a cigarette, puts it in his mouth
He ponders what he’s done, imposter syndrome he can not forget
The waiter is acting the part of a waiter, he’s not finished yet
Even Nicola rocks a role inside

You’re never too old to lose it, never too young to choose it
And the concept of authenticity has to be worked on
You don’t walk past cafes, you sit down and eat croissants
Even Nicola rocks a role inside

Death draws the final point when we as beings cease to live for ourselves
And permanently become objects that exist only for the outside world
Don’t let the Sun cast a shadow
Don’t let the Mirror ride your mind
It is natural to be unreligious and kind

Oh Nicola, you’re not alone
You’re watching yourself but you’re too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only make you care
Oh Nicola, you’re not alone
No matter what or who you’ve been
No matter when or where you’ve seen
The unexamined life will lacerate your brain
I’ve had my share, I’ll help you with the pain
You’re not alone

Just turn on with me and you’re not alone
We’re condemned to be free – you are not alone (existential)
Gimme your brains, you’re existential (existential)
Gimme your brains, you’re existential (existential)
Oh gimme your brains

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