My Odyssey

Its a cold May evening,
I sit down and start writing,
A penny for your thoughts, you may say,
But my real aim is more than any dime can pay,
A life journey, a day like today, was started,
And every dawn till dusk thereafter,never halted,
As you reflect on your life during this day,
Remember its a page in the book of life, make hay,
For as chapter by chapter the story unfolds,
You will finally know what the future holds,
And with brisk steps walk towards the epilogue,
To conclude the book of life,
A book which has eluded me.

I seek light in darkness,
But cannot find it for I am blinded,
I am like a prisoner who seeks a chance,
To run away from the chains that fetter them,
Only mine are emotional rather than physical chains,
Little chains of misery clinging in my head,
Locking me up from my soul,
Imprisoning my conscience and torturing me,
I am a prisoner of my own self,
In the darkness, chained, imprisoned and tortured,
Seeking light, Searching for freedom.