too much

why am I still working at this time? I must be insane. what is that fiery boiling within me? why am I chasing after Time when I never knew who He is? what is beyond all this? what is more for tomorrow? my mind is racing, and romping. too restless, too much. must it always be the gratification of the soul everyday? what if it is not? what if it has not? make me a harbinger of liberation, the epitome of breakthroughs now. I am no oddball, no misfit, lead in me a life of no logjams too.