Back On Track Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The world I chased, a dizzying spin,
Each painted line, I walked within.
Each mountain high, I dared to climb,
Each sea I crossed, in endless time.

Then quiet fell, a gentle hand,
A village small, in peaceful land.
I found a joy, so pure and deep,
And promised it, I'd always keep.

But thirsty grew, my heart astray,
Lost in pleasure, day by day.
Too long I drank, too much I yearned,
Until a wall, I finally learned.

I shattered then, a broken thing,
My family hurt, on a faltering wing.
Nothing left, but to begin,
With simple tools, held deep within.

Three hundred days, have come and gone,
A newer dawn, a brighter morn.
Back on the path, I now embrace,
And in this truth, I find my place.
Here I will stay!