Missing method.

I shouldn’t think.
I should just watch the rain.
My mind,
Will come back here again.
Yet so will my body.
Both are looped on repeat.
I long for the click.  
Can’t accept defeat.
I need that break.
I need that switch.
I am always looking.
The incessant itch.
I have my reason.
The focus is clear.
It’s the method that’s missing.
Without it, there’s fear.