Here is another creation from the pen of
my Protégée.

To run, to seek to find
To leave to break, unbind.
When it is lost at last
When all that's gone is past
Then?

To stay to look to be inward
To keep, to heal and tie
So is it found at last
Can all that's past be here?
When?

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dichotomy-by-rachel/