All roads travelled
     to futile advantage
     there's no hope of peace or joy
     but people's rancour and rage

     I've to return to
    where I started
     re-write my script--
     my past pages are wasted

     calm, o calm my heart
     let your narrative be restated
     stay unfazed in your charted territory
     unkindness and callousness would be repeated

     hold on to yourself dearly then
     lest your misery be exacerbated
     reap the harvest from the seed you sowed
     in humility-- it's a life worthy of being celebrated.