thinking back on the many curves that i've traversed in arriving at this point
this point where fear's grip is most stifling
i can't help but question where the path would lead
had i not been so headstrong and prideful
but then a glimmer in my eye
a rogue thread, lawless, bent on equal salvation
acts as a beacon for those who become lost
whether to follow the beacon or not
is never as easily answered when truly faced with the question