This path unbeaten, leads me to doubt the success it promises. Seemingly alone I'll fight the battle I'll inevitably lose to myself. I blame clarity, ignorance and my own pride; the only driving force. Regret I don't, though the spite builds a bitter unfamiliar climax. These walls are thin, my morale thinning, and my patience thinned past it's very existence. How can I be so sure in a time where only wrong distracts me as I journey on. I am worn to desperation beyond my doubts, and the path only narrows itself ahead. Options diminish as a sealed fate envelops my every thought. I hope and fear that I am fearless, that I am hopeless. I'll fight the battle I'll inevitably lose to myself.
