I’m still figuring myself out. What does it mean to be me?
What have I become? What will I be?
I’m on this rollercoaster ride. Gradually and with anticipation, I grow closer to answering all these questions only to realise how farther I am, and then plummet back to the solid rock bottom.
One night, I’m fusion desperately keeping gravity at bay. On other, I’m gravity collapsing matter with maddening tenacity. I feel misplaced.
I’m jealous of people who know what they want from life. I don’t know if they really know or it seems just like it.
Maybe everyone is fighting their own battles. Mayne someone out there thinks I’ve my life sorted. Maybe we all are as clueless as the person next to us.
Then, what seperates us? Why am I a lachrymose king, a beggar down in the mouth while subjects are content?
This is conundrum, a labyrinth I cannot escape.
I’m lost all over again.