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
come from
nor are you who you think you
should be

you are your favourite places
and the songs stuck in your head
you are your thoughts
and the way you are alone
you are the places you dream of going
you are the people you have met
and the things that you hold dearly to your heart

you are a thousand things
but everyone chooses to
see the million things
you are not

you are not
where you have been
you are
where you are going to go
and I'd like
to go there too.