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Who I want to be.

Sometimes I wonder who I am.
I know what I want to be.
But that doesn't answer the question of who.
And isn't who what you should be?

I find myself more related to the dancing words I read.
From the tales of the past of kings,
to the fantastic stories of the fey.
I find myself a story rather than a man.

The words are a winding road,
the path a journey I'm ready to take.
The destination is irrelevant,
it's more about the people you meet along the way.

The world is a wondrous place again,
only captured in a song.
The feelings you didn't know you had, reflected in its lyrics.
It's your conscious guide to what is right and wrong.

The poem is a dagger, that cuts to the truth.
Beautiful curved blade, inlaid with designs of gold.
The pommel is silver and set with beautiful gems.
The handle is of polished mahogany, reflecting the rest of the world.

I wish I was a story that is elegant, and with out end.
For the rest is fleeting and without true value.
The tales taught to you should instill value and morals.
While still creating wonder and love for life.

That is who I want to be.

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Confused is not knowing who you are, lost is knowing who you are and wondering why.

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