If you could put them all together,
If you could make the pieces fit
You would see a story
Not different
From your own.

You could see
that you are
me
from long ago

and I am

well...
you perhaps
who's yet to be

You could get a partial picture
of my soul in every piece
the emotion
in words flowing
know
                that all of them
                        are me

And if you put them
all together
I can set myself free

   Understand
        that I am always
                       myself,
        Even though I've changed

How could I
not be me?