I do not know who I am and that is the bottom line.
I will waltz through this world balancing upon all the things I should be,
All the things I admire,
All the things I am not.
There is too much risk in identity.
You are my soul for the simple fact that you know who I am without explanation,
For the fact that you can label me with a flick of your tongue and
I will never think to question it.
It’s more than words, it’s belief.