(Yet another short, silly poem printed off the trusty Brother word processor (1994 – 1998). I don’t know when this was written, but I am guessing closer to ’94 than ’98.)
I am writing a letter to Me.
How truly sincere shall I be?
I am the one who knows,
Which of my feelings shows.
I am the one who views,
All the decisions I choose.
I am the one who seems to see
All the things that I will be.
Me is I and I is Me.
Mind Stroll 