I

I'm thinking about buying a bicycle built for two.

I is between H and J.
I means me.
I is how the word »eye« sounds.

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?

I had a solution, but it did not match with the problem.

No man is an island. However, our individual existences are Roman columns on the plains of life, symbolized by our word »I« (at least for English-speakers)

We all live in a capital I
In the middle of the desert
In the center of the sky.

All day long we polish up the I
To make it clean and shiny
So it brightens up the sky.
Rubbing it here
And scrubbing it there.
Polishing the I
So high in the air.

And as we work we sing a lively tune
»It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon.«
And when we're through with the day's only chore,
We go into the I
And we close the door.

Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I.

'But enough about me,' she said. 'What do YOU think of me?'

I am what i am.
I am BioniC.
And i ll do what i can, to make you belive in our love my one and only Juliane.


Sounds so stupid, but thats the truth my friend.
I can't say it that much enough, ......

What am I?

Twisted reflections on a broken mirror, spasmoticly shifted by stirring of watchful wind?

Am I to maintain a wake for timelessness as the very embers of humanity within an enfeebled frame grow dim?

Nay, say I. I am but the absence of self, glorified by unknowledge.