the end of the road to nowhere

Falling with no landing, running with no end, thinking with no answers, acting with no objective, what am I doing? Where do these intangibles become tangible? I have a method to this madness... don't I? I am constantly searching for something, something different, something to complete the fragments of this so called life. What happens when I find 'it', this 'something'? What happens if I don't? I expect so much, but I need to begin to receive. Merely feeling different does not necessarily prove that I actually am. My mind has taken me away, away from the truth of reality. My brain is full of thoughts that make me believe in this supposed fantasy. I will find the end to this chase, catch the future bare handed, grasp the ideals of my reality.