Looking in the dark

What am I chasing?
What am I running from?
Is there anything pulling me?
What's the drive inside me that I can't explain but need to pursue? What is the thing which leads me there? Takes me there? Roars with fierce desire and stops at nothing? What is the push, the pull the twist the pinch the bite the drive?
Where are you?
I'm looking for you blindly with no eyes for what I desire. A desire to desire.
Grasping in the empty space for something to search to grip onto. To hold close to myself and feel with each beating beat that I know this is me.
Where are you?
Desire to dream, dream to desire, something, anything, what is it?
What use are your legs, lungs, heart, chest, mouth, brain, words without a reason?
why move, why walk, why talk without knowing why?
What is me....? Yes I speak of me and talk as me but am I me?
What do I create? What ripples can I create to shake the day that seems so sleepish and usual?
Where am I in this world of codes and numbers and flashing faces words ideas movements, thoughts, duties?
How can we be the same but so different? How can we build and make and grow when confined to something so small?
How do I breathe in today and stay as me yet grow to something more?
Am I looking in the dark, or not really looking at all?