the only being capable of stopping me from reaching my dreams is myself
and what a harsh reality to face…
my adversary is fearsome, for he knows my faults instinctively
he senses my false bravado, and feels the weak spots i so desperately conceal from the world
he seeks to poison my ambitions, and stifle my zeal, and what is to stop him from succeeding?
each day, a new task is granted, a new battle ordained - i must choose to conquer the past version of myself, or become him once more
it will not be a future laden with triumph that stands before me, but a war of a thousand years
a perpetual quest to find the purity of heart and ferocity of ceaseless determination that stand as my only defense against him
but he will be defeated, for the future calls to me in the restless nights
those dreams towards which my arms remain forever extended are closer today,
because i have survived days past, reinvigorated once more to face down my adversary…
daring to fight another day
