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 favourite books and the songs stuck in your head.
You are
your thoughts and what you eat for breakfast on a Sunday
morning.
You are a
thousand things but people choose to see the million things you
are not.
You are not
where you are from,
You are
where you are going,
And I'd
like to go there too.
