makes his way down the street, doing just fine, carrying himself around, without a sense of purpose, like gumbi, like jello, just a minstrel, plays the key here here for this this and the key there there for that that, unpopular, unimpressed, dealing with that, dealing with that, senses of inadequacy, where is that stemming from?  why don't I feel powerful enough?  and at what point would I reach enough power to be satisfied?