I no better know myself
Than I would the weight of the moon
If I could hold it in my hand.
I can no better control myself
Than a wildfire three days away
The smoke only now in my nose.
I live with myself like mice
Live with cats and hawks.
In life-and-death hide-and-seek.
I feel like I work for the circus
With clowns and trained animals
Poorly paid and poorly fed.
I love myself like an addict
Loves a drug, if you call that love,
I’m always trying to quit myself.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a memory
I don’t know who is remembering it,
But they must be older and wiser than me.
They know the way it always goes,
They find it all absurd and swell,
I think they like me, as well.
So whoever you are, me, myself, or I
I wish you would stick around
Let me catch a glimpse, hear a sound
Of your voice, of your face
So I might find a place in you
Where I can meet myself anew.