Garble-dee-guk

So....tired
I am half asleep
Who am I?
Do I even remember how I use to be?

Content with what I got
and not wanting half as much
Has adulthood stolen
what was left of a childhood untouched?

I muster up my courage
and head to the surface
of an understanding laced in clarity

I am tired
but I am strong
unshakeable in this tectonic world
I sway to the music that life provides me
and I sing my own tune over its roar

Not so much in conflict,
but a harmony it makes
as I blend the two

Master of my life
I am a slave to it all
Captured in my own essence
to breath and exist
to stand sometimes is to fall

I am whatever I want to be
and to others I am the same
Someone's interest
can be another's lame

*siiiighs*