Shambles

Without a purpose,
What do you do?

What have you done?

Every choice is too minor.
So I've refused to choose one.

Wisely, now and don't fear being afraid.
Afraid causing walls and cautions, betrayed.

Roaming the earth,
Like a clock wasting time.

Searching every corner, every depth of my mind.

Fast forward, rewind.
Still can't find.

I feel something is missing at all times,
It's the purpose that's lost and playing behind.

Not enough questions, and answers develop more.
What is it now?
What are we waiting for.