Ignorance may be bliss but ignorance in yourself is terrifying.

I'm searching and learning and trying to figure out

What all of this mess I call myself is about.

Little treasures along the way

Sometimes become demons that wreak havoc on this parade.

What is this?

Who am I?

What do I want to say?

Live passionately

Live free

Live for each and every day

I scoff at myself for the cheesy-ness in my line for the day.

Another day, Another dollar

That's all it sems to be

But there's got to be something more

There's got to be something in me.

Waiting

Anticipating for the right moment to occur.

The right time,

The right place,

The right moment to endure.

All of the wrath in me that's been boiling inside

To scream and to sing

To live the life that was meant to be mine.

What do I want?

What do I want to say?

A sentence, a phrase, a poem or haiku?

None of these seem do what I want them to.

What do I want?

Only time will tell

But I leave this foreshadow for you to unveil.