A Circle
A circle is a line that meets itself and continues meeting itself until its end that never happens. A handshake with oneself for eternity -or would it be a folding of hands? A first-time glimpse perpetually -or would it be a crossing of eyes? Small talk with oneself for aye, “Hi! What’s your name? Oh you are ‘me’? Hey me, I’m ‘I’, I’m very pleased to meet you, me.” First-time impressions remain impressioned. Me thinks I is fat, and I thinks me is thin, And although I loses weight, and me fattens up, Me still thinks I is fat, and I still thinks me is thin. A circle never says "goodbye," but ever keeps on saying "hi," for circles have no end of time.