Come September

Who I Am is not Who I’ve Been

And I wonder if Who I’ve Been will return

‘Cause Who I Am is under my skin

I tend to worry in times like these

If Who I’ll Be is anything like Who I’ve Been?

If he’s like Who I am, I’ll be quite displeased.

To another dimension that others don’t see

Something needs to happen to Who I Am

He needs to go so I can know Who I’ll Be.

Come September, if Who I’ll Be is like Who I Am

Who I am is Who I’ll Be, and Who I’ll Be won’t be

At least that’s the prayer: May Who I Am be free.