Recipe for Me

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'd need a great deal of water to make me Sixty liters is roughly what you'd 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, add scores of stories over 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 it's 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