It's psychosomatic. You need a lobotomy. I'll get a saw.

                                              Calvin and Hobbes

Jane grabbed three,

I plumb forgot.

I skinned my knee,

You didn’t.

They made fun of me,

And so did you.

When I was stung by the bee,

You laughed.

But I jumped for glee,

When you told me.

You lived in Tennessee,

God, I laughed hard.

The road you choose

The path you travel

Has bumps, cracks and holes

One foot before the other

Progress is made

Speed up

Slow down

Keep up with her

Ahead of him

And find your pace

Because who knows

How long it stretches

2 days

Or 80 years

You just don’t know

Twists

And turns

Are expected

Nothing Unusual

Just Expected

But when you trip

And if I’m on that road

I promise

I really do

I’ll pick you up

So here is to:

Finding that road

And helping

You realize your struggle

Is never in vain

I’m addicted to Gatorade like a Christian to God

I think paper bags feel funny

Don’t care too much for the sun

Really don’t think sadness exists

Believe in agoraphobia

Stopped trying to hard

And gave up on this poem

Your Brown Eyes

If I could only look through them

See what you saw

Feel the world from your vision

Its beauty and awe

Do you still feel way?

Can I change your mind?

Can I help you through this struggle?

Or carry you through this bind

Will you tell me how you feel?

Do you know that I care?

I pray for what you see

With you beautiful brown stare