I still don't know who I am.
I wouldn't be able to paint myself as a painting
Nor sing myself as a tune
I would not know what steps would make my dance
And I don't think I'll know anytime soon
But that is not to say I know nothing
For there are a few brushstrokes I feel are right
Even if I don't know the shape they're making
There are some notes that I keep singing
Even if there's harmony I'm still faking
I may not always be going forward
But I am filled with a desire to leap
I don't know how I'll change in the future
But I know there are some parts I want to keep
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