Ever feel like you are on the verge of discovering something new, creating something grand, exploding? It's like we are all just sitting on the edge of our seats waiting - longing really I can't sit contently My heart pumps faster My mind races, what could it be? I'm anxious for nothing that I can see I'm restless to do the thing I was meant to do I can't sit still for a minute or two I long for the future that I will make happen I linger in longing for the purpose The purpose of my fate? The one where I am great Where I am good at least Where everyone will know That I am alive That I am no longer invisible