I've gotta find my purpose

I realized two goals. And I set them. It feels good. They are attainable, in theory. They are measureable.
This was on the way to Rochester to see my father, riding a bus. I realized two goals, and I set them. I have a direction. It's been a long time. I honestly can't remember how it feels, and I don't feel any different yet. We'll see once I start working towards them.
Finally, I suppose this makes me less of a hypocrite.

White dunes, wind-blown
Cover farms, Carved forms
Cold irony, Crossing isolation
Like white washed winter beaches

How could we feel anything?
Sailing through an empty canvas.
Draw out all of me,
Still unable to paint.