I'm running out
of my deep emotions,
drawing a blank on any
more significant memories,
my life has been written
in just a few hundred poems,
some are epics, most are much shorter.

And even with all this intimate exposure,
you probably still don't really know me.
In fact, I don't even know myself,
I get surprised all the time
by what comes out of me.
Hey, there's a subject,
well, maybe not!