Questions drive the opening of this short poem. The speaker wonders whether the moment has "matured," like fruit that needs to ripen, and whether the time to act has finally come. Thinking feels "too stiff," as if overanalyzing only gets in the way. The answer is tentative: it seems to have started recently, though the speaker isn't sure.
The second stanza admits doubt and loneliness. Can anyone ever be truly ready? Then the tone shifts. The path ahead is "predetermined," and a bright light glows at its end. That idea seems to calm the speaker, since the route is already laid out. The final two lines are the most settled: only a few steps remain, and they lead to the speaker's "own center."
The mood moves from uncertainty to quiet reassurance. The poem seems to be about self-discovery, and it suggests that arriving at yourself may be less about decision than about trusting a journey already underway.