An honest definición

What am i...... a promising poet's last resort?? or a struggling painter's last breath... a child's cry for help.. a saint's despair.... or am too confused to link a mere mortal LIKE ME... i do not attempt to define.. i try to understand my significance.. i try to comprehend the reason for my existence... try to ... just try:).... to make other's happy.. to make them forget their pain.. no i do not wish to be called a saint... or encourage any worship.. i attempt to find that light.. no lets say.. that vision, mmm or that power.. no inappropriate.. that me in me.... who knows things beyond what seen .. beyond whats one's true self... a little more of their third eye.. a little less of .... nirvana... i do not know what i write ... what i can say.. maybe because well i'm still a beginner at this.. .. trying to get back at what i was.. what i became and what i've re-learnt,,, the journey's endless... but i attempt to take it again.. give a meaning to it.. but fret not since its all for a mere selfish satisfaction:).. a desire to know a crazy me.. and a crazier soul i've made of me:).... the journey continues...