He thinks the confusion is in him
and it is, except it is not. If he could only get a tight grip on the solid and the positive, on the real he would run into it/through it. He does
run chasing semi-illusions.
Just to trip over speed bump dillusions.
And finally realize, he is man, chasing life’s unreachable dreams.

I like this and think I know what you are getting at [existential angst and all] but I would refine the language to give it more literary [sex] appeal..