Doubts I don't want to solve

The ocean, wide and never ending
It sure does have an end
Which my desires lack
Wanting that which is
Not less that a mirage.
But only if I knew what is that want.
All that the eyes see
It sees that what it wants to see
I believe what I want to.
The tree goes deep
But the roots know their purpose
My purpose is still unknown
Yet to be found.
I seek to find it too
It never seems to be in my reach though.
The nightgale, the hawk
They pray, they prey
Groping in the dark
Running behind shadows
I pray to fall prey to.