Odysseus - Friedrich Schiller - a poem that reflects some of my inner turmoil, my odyssey, my wandering, which seem aimless at times...

Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water;

Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scylla's wild yells,

Through the alarms of the raging sea, the alarms of the land too,-
E'en to the kingdom of hell leads him his wandering course.

And at length, as he sleeps, to Ithaca's coast fate conducts him;

There he awakes, and, with grief, knows not his fatherland now.