I am not who you think I am.
I am not who you see.
I think that I know who I am.
I think I know I'm me.
But every time I think I know me,
I get hints that there is more.
So, I think that I will never be
the me that's hidden at my core.
Each time I think I have me figured out,
something happens and I change.
The way I was going is no longer my route.
The way ahead is strange.
How can you think you know me?
How can you be so sure?
If I figure out who I'm gonna be,
I'll give you a guided tour.