Me?
I'm you.
I'm him.
I'm her.
It doesn't matter to me.
Perhaps for a moment it matters, to cross the street.
Sometimes longer, for the fun of it.

Where I came from?
Unfortunately, I don't remember, so I can't say.
It's been so long now, so many.
A touch, that's all I needed.

Confused?
Not me, at least not anymore, my future is clear.
A free spirit.
I have it down now.
I've learned, ... eye contact.
Practically an art form, if you know what I mean, and some of you do.
But you've forgotten.
You've forgotten me, but I haven't forgotten you.
I know you, intimately.
You see, I've been where you are.
Why did he smile at you?
Why did she give you that look?
Did you ever think maybe it was me?

Are there others?
I've never run across another.
But then again, what are the odds, with so many to choose from?

Male?
I think so, otherwise, ... well, you'll see why I think so later.
I've had many instances of success now just thinking it.
Perhaps, like you, I've learned with age.

How old am I?
I wonder about it too.
I can only remember as far back as you.
You know, we do seem to have a lot in common,
at least, a lot more in common than you know.

My name?
Well let's see.
I guess it would be, ... Me,
or perhaps, ...I.
At least that's what you call me.

To tell you the truth, I liked things better the way they were,
before I met ... him.
I don't know why I keep coming back.
Maybe he's who I am, I can't remember.
Actually, now that I think about it, he was the first.
Yes, ... now I remember.
I was just experimenting with the thought one day, when suddenly.