Shadows

Still wondering who I want to be,
they tell me maybe
its a little too late,
grown ups should know their fate,
but I'm still knocking at the gate
of inspiration,
hoping this time I'll
get an invitation.

The gatekeeper scowls at me,
glares with indignation
in my direction.
He's not the one to blame,
I've been playing this game
far too long.
It's always the same-
a different love, a new name.
A wandering soul,
a fickle heart,
like the shadows that dance
around a fire in the dark.

Despite my inability to commit,
I have but one quality
worthy of merit,
monstrous as the storm may be,
you will find in me
a spirit roaming free,
content in the unseen,
unperturbed by the raging sea.