Me Isn’t

Maybe me is walking down the street with my hand in another woman’s hand.

Maybe me is throwing everything into my sport.

Maybe me is singing at the top of my lungs to songs I don’t know.

Maybe me has short hair.

Maybe me has a little bit of soul.

Me isn’t a shell.

Me isn’t what I am now.

Maybe me loves to push the limits of life.

Me isn’t what I am now.