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.

You are your favorite books
and the songs stuck in your head.
You are your thoughts
and what you eat for breakfast
on saturday mornings.

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

You are not where you are from
you are where you are going to.