I have spent a million years
Trying to be myself
I have searched myself
Trying to find me

Me is quiet, unconcerned,
enjoying solitude
Soliloqueing some stanzas

Myself is a musing part of me
Too talkative and crazy
Enjoying friends’ company
In my world of art and sport

When I am me
I am too boring
My ears are active
But my mouth zipped

When I am myself
I am cherished
My ears are deaf
My mouth always wide open

I hate to be me
I love to be myself
Yet I cannot do otherwise
I have to be me and myself.