Childish Sense of Wonder
It's no longer the struggle
of finding who I am,
but rather finding where I
fit in.
It is embodied by one giant
question mark -
I have been told that
all of the answers
refuse to emerge until
it is too late -
Yet I continue to dig desperately,
clawing at my mind for knowledge
not yet obtained.
At the end of the day,
all I have is who I am -
a cracked mess of hope,
selfishness, kindness, happiness,
sadness and good intentions.
But I will always hungrily search for more.