Hey there, Kelpies!
You did a wonderful job of putting words to some of the questions many of us face in life, and the trouble we find when the world tries to answer them for us. We can ask, who am I? But we often don't get to find out for ourselves because the "world" begins to label us before we can say a word. At least, that's what I got from: "Who am I? I try to ask before you give me my life’s task." It almost sounds like the cries of a young adult who's trying to find their identity amidst the pressures of choosing a career path, a degree, or a job.
I also appreciate the repetition in the first and second verse, where you start with a question followed by a "I try to..." I am, however, confused by the repetition of the last two lines of the first and second verse.
I really don't understand what you mean by "your touch." Who's touch? Why is it tempting? Why is it standing in the way of your musing? Perhaps I'm missing something fairly obvious, but I'm really quite confused.
In your last verse (or is it a stanza), the rhymes seemed really forced. I don't know if you felt like you were grabbing for words to end the poem with, but saying that "in the end, we'll win the crown," just felt like a bit of an unsatisfying ending, since the rhyme between down and crown felt forced. The winner of what crown?
Also, just a wee suggestion: you may wanna add and "are" in the third to last line to make it "we ARE the bringers of the new." It seems to make more sense.
Overall, though, it was an enjoyable poem to read! It was interesting to read your thoughts on what life is.
I hope this was helpful in some way! Keep writing!
-Sound
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