Poetic Flight

This poetry to me,

Is a creation of me as me,

My thoughts aren't too visible for me,

Not as strong as they should be.

There's a lively river of doubt,

Flowing effortlessly down and out.

Where can i find me,

I can't see what makes me, me.

I have so much to earn and give,

Yet I yearn to live.

Absent and in doubt,

My variance passionately waiting to spout.

This isn't me,

There's more of me, that can be.

Change is necessary and dire,

World, award me favorable inspire.

My daily cerebral rife,

Please turn and take majestic Poetic Flight.