He sat waiting

Waiting for something

That may never come

An idea of an idea

In search of something

Undefined

Without shape

Without form

Anxiety ridden over time

The time it was taking

Time taken from his life

Precious seconds

Days

Years

Taken in pursuit

In pursuit of his life

But in the end

When found

And find it he would

His purpose

Would end up being

All the things he sought

In pursuit

Of his purpose

They would make up

His life