(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.