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 book
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast
on Saturday mornings.
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.
(MK)
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drain_the_music_dry · 1 decade ago
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did you write this?...it's beautiful