As I fumble with these pieces,
Struggling to sort it
Fit it all together,
Medicine to make it better
Treasure lost forever,
An unnamed, un-posted letter

Searching for something
A reason, a purpose
In my bed, turning
Nervousness and stomach churning

Heart burning
Mind learning
Pressing forward, experimenting
Hidden facts presenting

A purpose to live
And a purpose to die
A purpose to tell a person
Everything will be alright!