The Picture Of Me Poem by A Solitary Vagabound

Waiting for sun rays to come and show me light,
To draw the curtains on this eerie night,
Embark on a new new day, a new quest,
Fighting for every bit of life as always,
Wondering what would the day like be,
Will it be bright and cheery or gloomy?
This anticipation is what keeps me going on,
And this is how the map of my life is drawn,
With each passing day connecting the dots,
Adding to my mind and adding to my thoughts,
Hoping that for long enough, alive I will be,
To finally have a look at the picture of me...