Am I the ideal me?
Placed against a thousand chance me's,
With a thousand loves, and likes, and "We" 's?
But who is "We",
To he, and she?
Or maybe even he,
And he?
Gee... it's a lot to ponder,
To plunder, the worlds of they,
Where, and who, I may have been, if taken,
Another chance, another choice,
Of the coin,
Of my mind,
But if I could rewind,
Review the choices,
Would I change?
To be richer? Better looking?
Better loved? By all those,
Who just are not you?
To be less, or not even hated,
Or not fated, to feel as I feel,
About what is real.
Unreal.
Really now. Do you believe I don't know?
You'd be right.
I don't know who I'd be as they,
But for me, to me, as me,
I am the ideal and only me.