This Experience Called Life

I was blinded by the light
The light which I see in front of me
The light that just does not seem
To want to let me be
I am pondering my choices
And I am question beliefs
And there is something about me
That just seems to bug
I look at myself in the mirror
And I am not sure what I see
What I was, who I am, or what I am gonna be
My future is a clean slate
I can do with it as I please
I beg the Lord
I’m on my knees
And everything goes blank
How am I to survive
If I have trouble just looking myself in the eye
I don't know where I am supposed to look in this world
My friends are there for me
Of this I am not sure
Most of the time I just seem alone
That everyone just walks right through me
"Cellophane, Mr. Cellophane, Shoulda been my name, Mr. Cellophane, Cause you can look right through my, Walk right by me, And never know Im there"
The story of my life
Im known only by association
Never by communication
My skills are weak
But my heart stays strong
And everything I've ever thought
just seems to all go wrong
But now Ill come full circle
With this poem that poorly rhymes
The life I knew, the things I do
Maybe Im just killing time
Im not taking chances
Not making any stupid mistakes
Im not risking things and making the best
My brains always running full speed
I should be doing stupid things
And fill my life with stories
When I have kids and tell them things
Will I end up regretting this experience called Life?