Searching

Searching for myself
The self that I brought here
Decades ago
That self-assured self with a vow
Never to change

I am searching that self
Tender, loving, naive self
With a heart filled with ideals
And mind filled with ideas

Beaming with ambition
To conquer the world
With pure, powerful.
Original ideas

Searching for that self
Fragments of that are
Still visible, at times
Rear their familiar heads

At the oddest moments
Pieces of which
Can still be found
Under piles of "worldly"
Experiences

Deep under somewhere
Still lies that self - I know
So today I am,
A more matured
Sophisticated me, searching
For myself.

That somehow got lost
In the chaos of the world.