Three In One Poem by john tiong chunghoo

how many selves
are there in me

well, there is me
that could sense
the others, be they
the mind or body

there is this being
that drives each cell
at its own will,
night and day

and another that
would cheer me
on when i do things
he considers right

and err.. that makes
three in one
and isnt that a familiar
entity

if only all three
could reveal each other
to each other

this me the most confused of all