There are shouters and murmurers
Loan sharks and burglars Who’s good or bad, who’s to say?
Some are lost, some are searchers Some are givers, some are earners
But why did they all end up that way? Is it nature at play or is it nurture?
Is the teacher to blame or is the learner? I’m all at sea, I’m no authority on anything
but me I couldn’t tell you why I am who I’ve become
But I can tell you the parts that make me up And you can calculate the sum I’ll impart to you what I believe would be the
recipe for me Water
First things first You need a great deal of water to make me
Sixty liters is roughly what you need It accounts for sixty-five percent of my being
And cells My body’s composed of trillions and trillions
of cells Performing an assortment of missions
And it’s important to mention that they house my DNA
Which makes me myself There’s an ebb and a flow
I grow then I see changes There are rewrites, losses, gains and rearrangements
It’s all much more uncertain than I thought it would be
Who knew there’d be so many ways to be me Stories, audience or presenter
And scores of stories over a time A slew of silly videos I shared online
And journals full of narratives I wrote at age nine
And still I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfill
Tales I hoped to tell when I was younger Ideas that I haven’t made yet but I will
I’ll find my way with my will There’s an ebb and a flow
I grow then I make changes There are rewrites, losses, gains and rearrangements
I’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would be
Who knew there’d be so many ways to be me Eggs
You may laugh and that’s great Your smiles are what make my day
My self-worth’s fragile like an egg When it breaks it’s tough to put together
again And salt
A pinch of salt in my wounds When my friends have had enough of me It doesn’t help that I’m lacking subtlety
When I drop hints that I crave their company Alone it’s hard to console myself
When I feel so alone I feel like I disappear
If I don’t shout “I’m here!” If I don’t make my presence known
And if people see me here And find my face unclear
Can I help them to see me better? I know I can’t foresee the weather
So will they accept me now or ever? Who knows
I hope so But I’m good enough
Whatever I face I can rest assured that better days await
The path to happiness isn’t a race I’ll let my heart beat at its own pace
Sunshine Happy and bright
It nurtures the earth with its light Its beaming smile helps buds to flower
I’ll take a dash of that for when friends feel sour
And rainbows A light shines through
And every hue is on display Save a pinch of that for a rainy day
And use it when the storm clouds go away There’s an ebb and a flow
I grow so I make changes There are rewrites, losses, gains and rearrangements
I’m so much more uncertain than I thought I would be
But I can see there’s no wrong way to be me Now I see there’s no wrong way to be me
And I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise
All of the ingredients are changing all the time
I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise All of the ingredients are changing all the
time Changing all the time, they’re changing all
the time Changing all the time, I’m changing all the
time