Kid v. Man

Am I a man or a kid,
I this dream that's lucid enough
For me to be confused
About the what is whats.

Am I a man in this place?
Where time is a race
And the essence it is of,
Is far from simplistic.

Am I a far away kid?
With the ability to be stupid,
Chasing around a fantasy
Brought about by Cupid.

Am I a man in this kids body,
Searching for a hobby,
Trying to get away
From this life that I'm doubting.

Or am I a kid that is rotting,
Assimilating into a new home,
Trying to find a kingdom
Where I can build my own throne.

I am I kid and a man, both.
Somewhat a little broke.
But put together enough
That I know just what I'm worth.