Insights Into Character - A Poem

I've been on a long journey of dismay

I've both lost and found myself along the way

I've been a lost and lone rolling stone

And strolled further and further into the unkown

I question whether I can love and why I can hate

I question if my lies have sealed my fate

I question if my words are true

Or if I'm falsifying some grand virtue

I work hard and I break my back

I play hard until my memory turns to black

I busy myself and laze a lot

Will I amount to something or will I rot?

Day by day I grow more impatient to the tedium

I regard myself too highly to become medium

Do I have a complex that eludes to narcissism?

Or do I have an interesting intellect and wisdom?

I've reached a point that feels stressfully pivotal

Yet it all feels so trivial

Will the choices I make let everyone remember my name?

Or am I still lifelessly leading myself down a path to a life so mundane?