I’m talking to myself again because it’s late at night

There’s no one else that I can talk to no one else in sight

Except the other me and so I guess there’s two me now

And then I can imagine more and three of us somehow

So we three are talking then I see the open door

Another one of me comes in and now all me is four

All four of us are talking now the conversation thrives

Another one of me walks in and now all me are five

You know what happens next of course it’s going to be six

It looks like this is just some poem about mathematic tricks