Life is good, I can't complain,
I mean I could but no one's listening...

Poem without I:

Today,
Stole a tulip from its stem,
watched a bad movie with good company,
and drank expensive, fancy coffee with my friend.
Daydreamed, sang and whistled to songs.
Wore four shirts and sweaters,
and also planned a trip to The Last Frontier.
Smiled at my own thoughts. About people, and places, and life.
Contemplated my fears of the unknown,
the great open space of time and experience before me,
and tried to anchor myself in the best parts of my past.
Squirmed at the unpleasant part of letting go, but also relaxed into it.
Realized that the rest is all about reaction.