Battles.

Here's a little poem I wrote last year . I was feeling a little lost with myself and thought to vent it through words .



Who are you?
It is not character whom defines us ,
It is not society whom defines us ,
It is not people whom defines us ,
But is that the question ones ask's himself?

To be so unclarified of one's nature ,
To be at a lost , when everyone has found ,
Is there something wrong ?
That is the question .

When struck , your spirit flares,
But for what ?
Its burns an intense flame of youth and excitement ,
But stands for nothing ?
It feels lonely in world filled with people

Exaggerated lines and words "fills" the void ,
A void that has found its place in a spirit ,
Of which that spirit illuminates against the void ,
And so an immovable entity meets an unstoppable light ,
Igniting the battle within .