So long it has been
this unfamiliar place
this untread land...

A call from afar threatens my safety
to what is it I am being summoned?

Do I begin to know what life can bring?

A new life has begun
so different from that of the past.
Will I ever be able to make it last?
Is it the past I long for
or is it the future?
Is there a difference?

Experience, education, illumination.
What of these?
Are they the keys to our presentation?

Unto what do we strive?
What is it that keeps us alive?
Are we so different now
that the past no longer matters?
Or do we ignore that which will never leave?

What is it our new life will bring?
Full of questioning...
perhaps full of sin.

As I write I am filled with desire,

so long forgotten in its retire,

of the need for expression;
To what does this entail?

A remembrance of the past
a vision of the future
a struggle through the present

To what no longer can be made significant.

4.22.00
6:53 P.M.