Who is the inner me?

Is it the cooing infant?

Trapped in an adult's pent!

Choosing to be imbecile

And ignoring worries with a smile.

Or the nasty tot?

Who pulls pranks against the lot

Thinking she dons crown

When she seemed like clown

Or the curious kid

Asking every single bit

Imagining to be researcher

Although she was a percher

Or am I the troubled teen

Living life as it deem

Not thinking about morrow

In fit of ignoring the sorrow

Or am the young adult

Judiciously managing every dearth

Focussed on ambition

Like it's my utmost mission

Or is it the age of old

Blessing me with wisdom of gold

Transcending that knowledge

For lightening everyone's cottage

I don't know who I am

Or am I all?

But, every shade of me

Seems like something I will live until my fall