Unanswered Questions

Ignorance may be bliss but ignorance in yourself is terrifying.

I'm searching and learning and trying to figure out
What all of this mess I call myself is about.
Little treasures along the way
Sometimes become demons that wreak havoc on this parade.
What is this?
Who am I?
What do I want to say?
Live passionately 
Live free
Live for each and every day
I scoff at myself for the cheesy-ness in my line for the day.

Another day, Another dollar
That's all it sems to be
But there's got to be something more
There's got to be something in me.
Anticipating for the right moment to occur.
The right time,
The right place,
The right moment to endure.
All of the wrath in me that's been boiling inside
To scream and to sing
To live the life that was meant to be mine.

What do I want?
What do I want to say?
A sentence, a phrase, a poem or haiku?
None of these seem do what I want them to.
What do I want?
Only time will tell
But I leave this foreshadow for you to unveil.