Poetry in my life

I was but a gentle scholar, wishing for some more knowledge. I stumbled among many colorful lights, hoping to pick the path that is right. With all this self searching writing begins to become a bore. I know I must find something more. Knowing right from wrong, and left from right, simple facts that leave one petrified. With all to gain, and nothing to lose, why put the options on snooze. Experimenting can be so cold, but passion fills the empty holes. A line, a phrase, a word, they will not do. I need to find something that brings out the real me to you.