Discovery

Pulled down by want of identity Pressure and confusion are destined to be the final resting place Injected lead lifts, guiding towards the surface Sunlight peeps into shallow waters Glancing over knowledge longed for Driven by the taste of ink, I kick and push Grasping for the light I surface Thrust into the spectrum of personality, I see the pastimes and the quirks the talents flaws Through the words I see who I am I see who I can become