What Am I?

It's seems to me that the world is new As if I am the only one without a clue People seem to know what they are Yet my expectations of me lay afar What was I thinking from the start Thinking I was a beautiful work of art Yet I don't know what others think of me What am I even supposed to be? Am I the painting or the frame? Am I the dice or the entire game? Am I the shore, or am I the sea? Am I the thing that lays far from me? Am I the dove or am I the crow? Do I have the rythm or do I have the flow? What am I? Thats what worry me the most Am I human or am I a ghost?....