He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds’ song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

I feel alive
And calm
And collected
And in control

I really am, a terrible liar

I wonder what it is like to be you
With so much self-control,
You stop eating
With so few thoughts regarding the future,
You cut till' you bleed
With so few fears,
That they fill your entire life
 
I wonder what it is like to be you
With so much discipline,
You are pretty every single day
With so few thoughts regarding the future,
You constantly live in the world of now
With so few fears,
You can sweep them under the rug

I wonder what it is like to be me,
With so little self-control,
I let you slip through my fingers,
With so many thoughts about the future,
I can not be anything in the present,
With so many fears
I dare not act.