Five centuries have not passed for me
Yet a new millennium is near
its threshold upon us
And with it questions anew
Some are old, still needing answers
Question and answer I am both
At the same time I am neither
The questions persist
The roads are many
High, low; easy, hard;
the road least traveled;
To paradise, to hell
They all offer so much
I shall take the most difficult
The one from whence I came
Home should be journey's end