Identity in Dreams

Brown skin, big eyes, and a round face,

A heart brimming with love but lost in love's maze,

Twenty-four years old, yet still a child at heart,

Holding a degree, but jobless from the start,

Who am I truly, in this world of days?

So many dreams, yet no clear vision's grace,

Surviving, not living, in life's endless race,

So many longings, unfulfilled in the fray,

Wishing for an Angel to light the way,

Yet, confusion clouds my path, my soul's interface,

Who am I truly, in this complex ballet?

So many dreams, yet motivation's embrace,

The vision for my future, a distant chase,

So clear, yet distant, as stars in the night,

Dreams remain dormant, like a river without might,

Nothing to bring them to life, no effervescent space,

So who am I truly, as I ponder my plight?