I'm sitting here; thinking.
Thinking about my life.
What I have accomplished so far?
What I have done since ever?
What keeps me going after a long day?
What get's me to keep doing this everyday?
It's not easy being me.
Sometimes I feel like I can do anything.
Other times, I wonder if I did everything.
Sometimes I don't get who I am.
Other times, I just know.
It feels different being myself
Just what I can be
I'm always wondering what I do and why I do it.
But, guess is who I am.
Thinking is my specialty until the very end.
