In a train station
Crowds of people
Run towards many directions
Some of them have luggage
Some embody confusion in their eyes
Some waiting for the train
And a few returning to Ithaca like Odysseus
Everyone is found to be in one place
Where they depart to different directions.
However they all have the same purpose
The lives' walk
O God, the unknown lives' walk.
You are cleaning the front head
and with a sweet voice, asking
Who is the walk?
Odysseus when returning to Ithaca,
Understood that Ithaca was far away from his dreams
Everything had changed, except his memories.
Ithaca did not remember his heroism
She was not Ithaca of Odysseus' dreams.
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