They said a good way of gaining self-knowledge
was to talk to yourself while looking in a mirror,
but without my glasses on I couldn’t see too well
and I wound up thinking I was someone else.
Then I met someone, who by the same process,
had convinced themselves they were me
and seeing as I didn’t have my glasses on,
who the hell was I to argue?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem