Not your name
Not your nationality
Below all the fame
Below the unreality
Deep down
Who are you?
Forget your license
Forget your authorization
Forget your conveyance
Forget every legal documentation
Now tell me
Who are you?
Deep down in the dark room of your empty soul
Deep down below your average conscience
There are only the things you put there yourself
All your unused options
And the unanswered questions
like 'Who are you?'
Deep down below
There are only feelings
All your feelings
That you chose to confine
But it really doesn't matter who you are deep down
Because nobody carries around a shovel all the time.