Am I alone inside my head?
Is there ever any other
A voice in my ear is just as queer
As one imagined or
Are these the thoughts of a schizophrenic
Or are we all fractured and unaware
Many voices in the head
Each idetenfied as I
Some learn to name the me's and we's
The him's, the her's and they's
And no longer say I am I
But that I simply am
When I write I find I fall
Right into what I have to say
No need to search the various ways
I say what they say
But who is saying what I think I am to say?
Well, me, I am, and we I supposed
Did Aria* inspire me to say?
P b and J
You've met them, too.
When you dream, if you're like me
You forget you're alone
*my goddaughterÂ