Who Am I?

Who am I?

I want the world to see.

I am more than just a memory

I may fade, I may shine,

I’m just reciting the lines assigned.

Who am I?

I see not why they care.

About the world, extremely rare.

Engrossed Into looks and absolutely nothing more

The limit is actually long over that shore.

Who am I?

I don’t have a dream.

To be a star, to be a dean.

I am a wall to all the ‘inspirational’ talk.

Is this fine, or is it a mental block?

Who am I?

I am yet to discover.

Do I want to or not- is by what I inspire.

I look into life’s eyes and say goodnight.

A closure to my thoughts- that just seems right.