I have reached a stage of confusion

A place where identity is sought

Am i a butterfly ready to fly away?

Or a moth yet to stay?



The questions remain

And the search is in vain

Am i ready to emerge?

Oh no, i need more research



Youth is yonder

Teen is under

The thing in between

Makes me wonder



Who am I?

What is my purpose?

Am i destined for greatness?

Or just another passing deadness?



Average is not my thing

It is too plain and too predictable

I am aiming for more

The stars or may be above those bars



The specific target i do not yet know

But I ask God for help and support

I know that one day i will reach

And I hope that I do not breach



So the search is still going on

For this identity and its zone

Hopefully it will inspire

And hence fill my desire



The desire to be of use

To be unique and introduce

The world to something great

That fades the blues and takes the stage....