13 December 2012
I am the lost traveler In the foggy, marshy swamp With naught but a match to show the way And my shaky, hesitant breath
Any way is the wrong way Any step, misplaced Any sound echoes thousandfold And with me, only my soul
Hand outstretched to part the mist Cold to the core, pleas dismissed By the weighty air draped about Trying its hardest to bring me down
Keep going! I hear from within You can do it! She cries Prove them wrong! I'm cajoled How much sweeter waits the victory!
Alone? Oh, hardly, I have myself Lost? All paths lead places Tired? Mind over matter, no matter Just erase everything but the goal
The match may splutter My feet, stumble below But I will keep on pressing ahead With Determination, my good friend
For the goal- Spent all this time dreaming, Why shouldn't I get what I've been striving for, All this time?
forwards else nowhere • Opuss № I