Threads to Knit

What was I in my last life?
Was my last breath how I breathe?
Is it what I wished, my life now?
Why I feel its not I'm worth for?

Where does the path lead?
Is it in a book I'm yet to read?
I have read all in my shelf.
But nowhere I could find myself.

Many says I'm insane.
But I have nothing to gain.
Some times my life drains.
But floods as it rains.

But somewhere I can see a spark.
as I race the track.
Something which leads me to.
Someone who will keep me through.

It is the dew from the power.
the hue that never fades lower.
The fire remains as it is lit.
till the threads are knit.