What  am I? Lost on the race for my on identity.
A 21 year old boy with world rising all around him.
Friends turning into adults like fields of sunflowers.
Here I sit content but people saying I should do "better".
It's not that I want to stay a child forever
I just know I am not a man.
In my eyes I'll always be something in-between.
I just want to write silly poems and play with words.
All this self-doubt of everything shall shackle me to the now.
I can't grow up if I can't achieve greatness in doing it.
Lay that crown on my head but I'll won't be a king.