Quest

I sit watching, waiting, my heart seems so numb What I am asking for I don’t know, I seem dumb Is it asked for ever? Those in the slum or dump I know don’t, it’s all for the glory of your name My thoughts, visions and priorities exclude fame The next person is definitely to you not the same So what then is it, this feeling I’m sure you put in me Quest or mission is my naming of whatever this is The magnitude of it does not hit at once but even then My thoughts center, hovering trying to figure out when Will I soon know the mysteries? Have something to pen? At this point I am waiting, thinking, searching and wanting. My mind plays tricks on me some thoughts come taunting. Soon in the near future it will happen I know. That something, Now as I wait, I wonder and ponder, should I be preparing?