The depth.

Someone asked, "Who are you?" I said, "Me, I'm me." They asked again, "Who's you?" I replied, "I am that I am." Their eyes searched for a clearer view, But my words were a mirror, reflecting you. They sought to grasp, to understand, But I was a puzzle, with pieces in hand. What I meant to say, in that fleeting space, Was that I am my own, sacred place. The only one who can define my name, Is me, myself, with no one else to claim. I am the keeper of my soul's deep sea, The navigator of my destiny. I am the one who holds the key, To unlock the mysteries of me.