I was looking for my own identity

but found yours instead, so carried on

looking for mine, only, before too long,

to stumble on hers. Mine was a mystery:

there was no sign of the meta history

of me myself. And then I came across his.

Where was the essence of me in all of this?

None of it made any sense to me,

especially when, by chance, I discovered theirs,

scattered about, here, there and everywhere.

So untidy! And still I couldn’t see

mine anywhere, until, unearthing ours,

I realised theirs and ours were somehow shared.

Now I just need to find

the bit that’s me.