“I have been asked, Many Times, In many different ways, All of my life, Are you real? I have indeed pondered this very thing, With Me, Myself, and I. I, always Master, knowing the truth, Cries out, I am me, or umm, I, and I am real!!! Me, is not quite sure on the subject, Though, he rarely is, On any subject. Myself, Giggles, that dreadful smile on his face, Those eyes, Dark, and empty, Wanting to only bring more doubt to me proclaims, We three, are but an advanced form of Artificial Intelligence, Dreamed up, by the exquisite imagination, of a young man, locked away in his dark little room, to afraid, to truly live. I, slaps Myself, Puts him back into his corner, And goes about reassuring me, We, are real, the Dream, and The Dreamer.”
