Sundry Fragments

How do I describe these attempts
To define my trajectory?
How do I ascertain my claim
To my destiny?
Once upon a time, I held a Mirror
To whom I showed myself with a glint
In my eyes, firm smile, upright chest,
To whom I boldly proclaimed my name,
Prodigious child of the East, a phenomenon
To whom life’s path was as clear
As a summer’s night sky
And a shooting star passes by.

When did I lose my sight?
That Mirror that I held in my right?
My pompous heart on my left
Now bereaved my crestfallen chest
As I trod along dusty roads,
Subject of nobody’s epic odes,
Thrall of the would-have-beens
I roamed by the hyacinth gleams;
Until one day I found my path again
I realised: acceptance in life’s prime grain.
So I set about making amends, gathering
My dream’s sundry fragments.