Sometimes just when I think
I have glimpsed the kernel of your being
You unfold once more, presenting
A new facet, a new side to yourself
This minute the happy fun-loving carefree
Next the dark one, silent and brooding
Then the weary, puzzled, lost persona.
On and on you whirl in a flurry of cloaks
Pray fair sister tell me true
Which one of these are you?