• Cera Sylar

Self Identity

Updated: Aug 4

I’m lost up in the sky

A day dream away from flying

I’m generally unsure where I’m going

But I know I’m running to get there

I’m standing on the edge of something

Finally believing that I can be more than what they tell me

I was always a chaos away from drowning

But they told me that was called success

I didn’t set out to be different, or maybe I did

I set out to be me

And in the doing

I became

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