Am i who i am, i ask myself,
i dont know the answer, as yet,
i search like never before, in self,
until my dreams are met.
The search is endless i feel,
all thats left in me is nothing,
down defeated i kneel,
life has but clipped my wing.
Am i ready, or am i not?
am i ever going to be??
for ever am i going to rot?
nothing is clear, nothing left to see...
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