Who Am I? Poem by Toby

I have an idea,
A little idea,
A tiny little idea,
Of what it is to be me.

I have a goal,
A very important goal,
Which I cannot see.

What is it to be me?
What am I to see,
When I find myself?

Who am I?
What am I doing here?

These are questions,
Whose answers I do not yet see.

As my life goes past,
Day by day,
I cannot but wonder,
Where does this lead?

As I look into every nook and cranny,
I understand, now.
That which I so desire,
Is but a mire.

To hold me fast,
As I fly,
From place to place.

I understand, now.
That which I so desire,
Must be found without ire,
In the cool, breezy place,
South of my face.

East of the moon,
West of the Sun.
Where do all roads run?
To chase them all would be,
A mighty tall task indeed!

Yet finding myself in my heart,
Would allow me to sally,
From the cool, breezy place,
North of my belly.

Then, all roads would have been found,
To be empty.