You and I go on a road of motion,
Of substance there-
The loss of substance with a feel,
Gone is all other despite solution and zeal.
The roads form and split,
The inner iron without looking at past;
The past riven with success
Mystifies today with lost axis.
Follow the roads -- the walking roads-
Deviate and it leaves you,
Reroute and it cautions:
‘I’m the walking road needing judgment and diligence’.
Severing the glooms of dust, the one
who clears the road’s matrix
becomes the needed Ulysses of now and fore;
the one we heard about in a chronic folk-lore.