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 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.