A creation so delicate

A creation so delicate
for what purpose made
having an intangible grasp
never to be truly realized
at least not in this life
seemingly autonymous
I find myself in a forest
No, an ocean or some mixture of the two
Neither inherently good nor bad
reasoning to go deeper
abandoning reason for disoreintation
A grasp on the handle
Of something that cannot be resealed
With only misrepresentations of what awaits
Please tell me of your intentions.