Here's an ode to myself, or what I once was
For each day we change and begin
To become different people and it's okay because
Sometimes we need to be different to win

Here's an ode to myself, or what I  won't be
Because I've ventured this path for too long
My eyes closed, I fumbled, and failed to see
All the good deeds in life and the wrong

Here's an ode to myself, for I've never once heard
That it's taboo to talk of one's self
Though truth be told I could use that one word
That I padlocked away on the shelf

Here's an ode to myself, or as much of an ode
That will ever be written to me
For I fear in the future all poems will bode
An ill sort of meaning for me

I've got this bad obsession with this game they put on facebook
Got to clear the jelly, and the level's harder than at first look
Making candies match and gaining extra lives
Requesting extra moves that are bundled up as fives
I cannot stop the playing, I've got to play the game
The more intense the episode, the drive becomes the same

Elizabeth Ann, Elizabeth Ann
You write lyrics to life as no one else can
The notifications let me know right now
That you've stopped in to write of the who, when, and how
I'm clicking the heart, but sometimes I just read
So it seems like I just sort of glance through your feed
To be honest, your poetry gives me full thoughts
That I harness and grow when I set up tent cots
Manual labor, when I let my mind flow
Along the river of dreams with a piano I know
It's not just your words, but thine poems are abundant
And bounce through my mind whilst I am recumbent

Read me first says instructions on the desk
But who reads me first?
I'd be an open book if you took me off the shelf
I love you.
Could you read that on the spine?
I'll say it again, if you think I'm stuttering
I love you.
All these fears, I'll put them away for you
Because, **** it, there's no place in love for fear

These gaping hole don't hurt no more
I don't even feel the pain
I numbed it with some bottled scotch
They don't hurt no more

I told the doc to take them out and lo
He did as he said, took them out of my head!
I don't feel 'em no more
The doc said he'd take them out like a cork

I don't remember what was that made them hurt so
Probly the **** grenade and dirt and metal
Maybe I got hit? But Laud, son, I don't feel a thing
Not anywhere in my head, or anywhere else

I don't hurt no more, and I gave my eyes to see the end of this war
'Corse none them guys know that I did
But they'll know when I go that I'm letting them know
It's time to put down the gun and drink up

Don't worry, don't worry
The mantra that follows
The phrase that repeats in my cranial hollows

Don't worry, don't worry
It's fine as can be
Seems like they've always said this to me

Don't worry, don't worry
Doesn't set me to ease
But I slap on a smile, them all to appease

Don't worry, don't worry
Like the raven of yore
Telling me the little thing that'll help me once more

Don't worry, don't worry
I'm worrying still
Because I can't stop it, but someday I will

She walked with a skip in her step
Like a stone on the water of a lake
Her graceful gliding interrupted
Only by a joyful spring in the air