I Had to Write a Poem About Myself (and it has no title)

SO I WROTE A POEM.

It was for Language Arts.  It's....mfdngkvbnoidfg.  It's a poem.  We had to use this ridiculous template.  Each line started with 'I' and then some other word and we had to fill in the rest.  I felt so narcissistic writing it, and I still feel that way posting it.  I was going to switch it around a little or something, but no, I'm too lazy.  I pretty much destroyed the template anyway, so...yeah.  Read.  Maybe enjoy.  Please don't die.
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I am the time traveller

Carrying history in the pockets

Of my old blue coat

I wonder about the things that no one remembers

The people who lived and died and fell out of our books

I hear them whistling as they walk away forever

Hoping that they will be okay,

But not really sure, and

I want to know their names

I am the dying declaration of François Rabelais

For I'm searching for something too big, too wild

To be anything other than a 'Perhaps'

I pretend to have my head on the ground even when

I feel my hands trying to hold the universe

I touch the words and reach for them as they fall

Cascading around me from some place too far

Where, exactly, I do not know

And, God, I wish I did

I worry about not letting anyone lose themselves to the world

I cry when another is gone

And the pain of caring shreds my lungs

I am the mad sailor, lost on stormy seas

Commander of an empty ship, a long-lost library

I understand that I am drowning in mortality

As though I'm dripping with kerosene

Waiting to be set alight

I say that talking doesn't help

That I'd like to be left alone with my words, thank you very much

I dream about watching time and space unfold

Having everything that's ever been close at hand

I try my best to

Make

Good

Art

And

I hope that when I die, at my funeral

People will have the common decency to wear smiles

And bright colors and good stories

And remember me as I was

Because I will still be the moment collector,

The lonely sea captain,

The last words

I am a girl with a long way to go before she burns