Looking for a spark.

A persistent heartbeat from somewhere in the darkness.  I reach blindly out to find its source, but only grasp the air.  Forcing myself through the motion, knowing that in my own persistence I will find that thread of a thought, that emotion which drives that disembodied beat.  Daydreams run interference, as my awareness has transitioned into the realm of the awake.  However, their tangents are far too uninspired to germinate any excitement.  I've resinged myself to the notion of exercise, as practice and routine are just as important in the long run.