Future Painting

I grow tired and restless
Waiting for the moment
That I find my purpose
I begin to doubt
That it's anything I'll find in others
But something I must find in me
Tired of excuses
Of holding on
Waiting too long for an answer
So ahead I move
At full steam
All cylinders firing
Letting my fingers be my guide
As I type my way across the landscape
Painting my future
In words and images
On display for the world