Will I

At times I find myself in doubt,
Unhappy with the paths I’ve sought.
I worry for the years ahead,
For the dreams I’ve dreamt in my head.

Will I achieve the things I crave,
Or my wishes will find a grave?
The dreams I’ve dreamt, the goals I see,
Will they ever belong to me?

Today, excitement fades away,
Tomorrow feels a shade of gray.
The things I do, the things I find,
Bring discontent to my mind.

Will joy remain in what I do,
Or will it slip like sand, too?
These questions linger upon me—
Will I become who I want to be?

Or become what I’m want to be?
And spend this life in desolate of flee.
Will I find the peace and purpose,
That lingers through my life in hue