Finding the Lost

Trying to find, me in me
True it sounds weird & impossible to be
Moreover no evidence to present
First let me overcome my past to my present
The ocean of thoughts
In a mind pre brought
Tells there is a land soil less
Been created by God
But no one believes in you
Till you outshine the sun
And if not so, you are a bullet less gun
To prove what is in you
You need to excel
With a photo of success
Captured by a camera with highest pixels.