When Perfume Hits the Fan

I think you can be what you seek out to be. I loved you before, I love you now, and I will continue loving you when you strive to get there. You aren't heavy; you are my brother. If you seek out to do your very best I think you already are the best--whatever you do and where ever you end up. You can spill the beans (and not sort them from any lentils). You can shit on the fan at let it spread across the room. You can poke me in the eye, just don't smash my head up. If you lost my bike I just wanted you to buy me a new one.