I stare upon the world I live. Stare into a blank and confusing world I walk in. My dreams in a box of hope. The road ahead skewed with sudden turns, I hold in my hand a map of my dream. One dream, One life to live it. Giving up sits in the back of my head yet the importance of climbing the hill of success ahead. Push through the disbelieving I can see myself sitting in the darkness of failure. Filled to the top with fear, fear of not being in the mist of the dream I wish upon. Holding my breath I bare my dream to avoid the thought of failure. The road a blur, I push for the relief of success.