WHOLE

I think, if I was all alone, And wanted to see all I own, I think I know what I would do, I'd simply divide myself in two. Then twice as much I could know, In two directions I could go. And if I did this again and again And never stop until when, I'd come upon myself one day, And probably not know what to say, For myself I may not recognize, And perhaps my double I'd despise, And not remember when --- --- I was whole. Copyright Steve Sauter 1999 This Page Updated January 26, 2008