How far have I come 
Trudging along , with my nimble feet 

Yet,
How distant it seems the charms of it that I seek,
On path that is strewn with pieces of past ,
A dismembered corpse that I beseech ,
For answers , to questions of morrow
( perhaps I fear a future so bleak !?)

Yet,
I am not what I was and maybe I never can be
again , but still am – me .
For it’s what I want to be
A pull that holds me .

Yet,
I sleep-walk into my dreams,
perhaps, to be awakened to reality
And I forsake that which is bequeathed,
To start anew – an odyssey,