Along the way I stop to see   
If I can find the why of me   
The "who am I" that's deep inside   
The real me that tries to hide   
But out I peek so you can glimpse   
Now and again, just by chance   
The curtain slips, defenses down   
And for a moment, there I am   
The who, the how, the why of me   
To all but God, a mystery.