I
have a hundred songs that sum me up better than I can say.

            A
hundred snapshots that look more like me than any mirror can.

            A
hundred places that are me peeled away to the core.

            A
hundred pieces that are broken and don’t fit but somehow all amount to me.

            A
hundred moments I can pinpoint when I became a little more of who I am today.

            A
hundred glances I wish I could bottle up and store away at sea.

            A
hundred sounds I’d love to replay time and time again.

            A
hundred words that come together in some sort of cryptic poem.

            A
hundred laughs that could fill a horizon full of hot air balloons.

            A
hundred questions that still get asked more each day.

            A
hundred answers that I still long to find.

            I
am a hundred different people to a hundred different people

            A
hundred different faces I find myself forced to make.

            But
in the end I’m really just one person with one song and one soul.

            I’m
one snapshot and one story needing one savior.

            I
could write a hundred books that all amount to that one simple fact.

            A
hundred voices inside my head say I’ll do it, too.