In search of purpose...

My conscious tells me patience...
reason argues the fact,
for while I lie here, decipherable unsure,
complacence at my door.

What I'm looking for, escapes
my realm of theory...
Within my grasp I'm trying to reach,
The existence of its fury.

There's always something,
steering me on,
away from what seems apparent.

Where my purpose will focus on,
remains in front of me.
I rest assured, it's coming forth...
In time to rescue me.