What’s your identity asks my soul to me ,
Reality I began to see.
A gap in who I wanted to be and who I am,
Sometimes it seems to be like a scam.

Had I not planned it all?
Then how did I fail?
Clueless I am,
Dreams backed up like a dam.

Aspirations many,
Its as bad as not having any.
Health is taking the back seat,
I can feel the heat.

My dreams aren’t shattered.
Problems to me never mattered.
My identity unique ,
I am the poetic dreamer chic.

My soul shall meet my dreams like the brook and the sea.
From failures and problems I never flee.
I am me, my favourite.

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