Who are you, really?
You are not a name or a height, or a weight
Or a gender
You are not an age
And you are not where you are from
You are your favorite books
And the songs stuck in your head
You are your thoughts
And what you eat for breakfast on Saturday morning
You are a thousand things
But everyone chooses
To see the million things
You are not
You are not
Where you are from
You are
Where you're going
And I'd like
To go there
Too
