The Idea

I am in search of that idea,
The idea that would 'change my life'.
An idea that would define me,
Who I am, make every wrong right.

I sometimes wonder if that idea exists at all,
To search for it should I stall,
This 'progress' in a direction,
In which I don't know whom to call.

But then I just continue walking,
Walking on this path never ending,
Hoping that at some distance,
All of a sudden, there will be a bending...