The me I’ve always been is now
The you that’s come to be
In all the ways you now reflect
My strange philosophy
That life is good and grand and weird
And bits of wire and fluff:
And that the best laid plans
Are often read from off the cuff
Or maybe I got that from you;
I can no longer say
The part of “us” that’s you or me,
And I like things
That way
To share is human:
