"Dazed and Confused"

I started my journey with a soldier's gait
As a born winner, maker of my fate.
Praises pouring plenty, hopes held high,
I will be there, I will fly.
Who did forsee a one eyed king,
Had frozen feet and wax wing?
Towards or away, life was a run,
I feared darkness, or was it sun.
My self failed me in the war of vision,
The reason was not fortune, nor was reason.
What I haven't done is the fuss,
Every ought and must still a guess.
Numbed still in the mire of million mutiny,
What am i awaiting, a search or scrutiny?
Hope is in parts, a half in here,
The other with her,despair breeds this pair.

My best/worst till date...