AM I ME?

As I sit here, aging fast, it's true, I think of roads I didn't venture through. A yearning heart, a path left unexplored, A life of "perfect," carefully adored. But now I wonder, with a touch of fear, Am I the person that was meant to be here? Did I hold back, afraid to take the chance? Did I let "perfection" hold me in its trance? The roads not taken, whisper in my ear, Of different journeys, banishing all fear. Of bolder choices, a spirit running free, A truer version, of the "me" I long to be.