Un-catchable thoughts

Between the sheets of rain
I sleep with my eyes open
Running my fingers over thoughts
That don't exist yet.
For a split-second I grasp
Then lose it again
The abstract thought that eludes
Not the great men.
This is another frustration
My efforts confounded
Though I am not certain even
They are my best.
Quietly concentrating on life
A destination to stare
And solemnly marvel at
Upon arrival.
Theories and openess to help
These are my salvation
For I cannot even explain
Why I do it.
The wide spectrum of feelings
I experience stretches
And my internal person
Watches presciently.
Watches myself
And has no voice with which to
Warn me.
There is no catching these thoughts
Unless it is written
In my destiny.
How I long for
The internal person to finally speak
Of all the mysteries I fail at grasping
So I can die
Satisfied.