Pointless

I find myself impotent,
in endless searching.
Choking in silence.
Burning.
I desire more:to do, to be,
knowing nothing of what or who.
Stewed in impotent obsession-
pointless.
Where do I begin,
when there has been no end?
Where does it end without an origin?
Stagnant.
Being still in the between,
somewhere in nowhere
and everywhere near nothing.
Aimless.
Without direction, toward no destination,
away from no place;
belonging nowhere and out of context.
No one-
undefined, devoid of character,
for no cause and lacking persuasion.
Existing without purpose.
Pointless.