What a responsibility.
What a complete and utter drag.
Being me.
It is quite weird being me.
Of course, it’s weird being you.
But most of all, its weird being me because me has not happened before.
And it never will again.
So here you are, presented with me.
The fact is, you see me.
You talk about me, while me?
Busy talking with myself.
You see me, sure, but me?
Ridiculing myself in the mirror
The problem is, you know me, not myself.
Some days, myself thinks its quite crazy to be me.
Everybody knows me, but no one knows my thoughts.
Try and stay with me now.
Consciousness experienced for any number of days is myself.
The derivative of myself, that which you see, is me.
Myself is the square root of me.
No one knows myself except myself, while you all know me.
In this hierarchy, it is unfortunate that there is no I.
Arguably, it’s for the best.
I is for those who get lost while searching for the square root of me.