Who am I?

Do I really know who I am?
A scarlet in the sky of glam.

A confused soul since quite long,
Always found it tough to choose from among.

A dreamer who chased random events and thought,
Often winged my dreams but sometimes let them rot.

A captive of varying moods I always have been,
To serve the temperamental spikes that were quite seen.

Sometimes I am in clutter and chaos,
Where I let peace slip me to go for a toss.

Life is nothing more but an inward journey,
To come in communion with peace and harmony.

To not disown the darker side of ours,
Or else we shall be of pretense and farce.

I believe about me I am yet to know more,
To fulfill my dreams and make a good score.