An ode to an immortal from one

I am frustrated with myself

Y won't I change myself?

I do all the work on myself

But I still am not getting the results I want from myself

Who I am now is not enough to be self

I need more of myself

To expand into more of myself

but still I can't bring change through myself

I am age deaf

Deaf to the inevitable success brewing in myself,

Something mischievous is working against my self

Maybe an elf

That doesn't want to be a shelf

Holding onto parts that remind me of the inadequacies of my knife

I can't cut through to release myself

I desperately want to rebrand myself

So I can differentiate from my past self

I am tired of proving this new self

Her existence stranger to her own self

All she wants to be is high on life it self

Which always reflects back her divinity in herself

Ooo the pains of being so focused on myself

I can't get enough of all this attention on myself

From myself

All my problems a delight to marinate on oneself

Isolated from the world's problems watching from the topself

I have to solve my own problems before I can focus on your self

Ooo but my lonesome can't stand figuring all this out by myself

I guess that's y we split up and branched out to explore our self

So we can share different possibilities to free my self

And your self

So we can remember the freedom of being non self.

So goodbye not self

I tried but I can't bring myself

To act in your behalf

With you I can't laugh

I'd rather be the staff of my higher self

My lowerself is betting on the neck of this giraffe,

You don't give an F,

But you will when you realize you're nomore 12.

These cycles won't break themselves.

So let's rev

And meet our best self

It's OK to lean into help

You don't need to pay for this soul hotel

Drink up from this well

So confusion you expell

Clarity your gut smells

Your present self is perf

You just gotta remember your true self

God herself within you dwells

So give up the struggle, time to rebel

No need to repel

What is true in this melt

Your soul awakens to help your human compell

You already have the wealth

Like the clothes you've been dealt

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