This is the Ode
And this is the road
The road upon which I have traveled

For several long years
In search of a find
So profound
that it almost seems trivial

I love and I love and I love and I love
Until love becomes love becomes love becomes love
And I give and I give and I give and I give
Until love gives me love and I
See what I've done

And the road underneath me
Inspires an Ode to my agony
Sung in the key of a misery
Hitherto hidden and ******* the fat
From my back but now
Fully developed, it clings
To my ankles
And calls me its stoic companion
Which ****** me off
Every step that I take
On behalf of this mess
That in some way I'm certain I'm in

And the misery changes Its pitch
To confuse me
and slowly
I feel myself
waning
in size
As the what ifs and why nots
Which color the sky
Just ahead
Seem to lose their appeal
over time

But I love to be loved,
and to love all the Love
even when It's just love masquerading as
oh,
never mind.

Every step is a sentence
Without punctuation
An infinite alphanumeric equation

And this is the Ode
And this is the road