The Things I Seek - Original Poem

The things I seek, not bound to time.
I've lost the dreams that once was mine.
My mind has long since closed the door,
To where I found those dreams before.

As I search for old, I find things new.
Seeds now sown, where seeds no longer grew.
this keeps me on my venture to search for the unknown
and travel my journey that keeps me from home.

But path of honey or path of thorn
Does this weave the cloth stronger or cut when its torn?
Now we fear to lengthen our strides,
As we can not trust our hearts as our guides.