Who Am I?
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.