My eyes are watery but yet I still walk the path, Where am I goin? Where have I been? How much time do I have? I walk this path blinded and in undenial to stop my consistancy, Feet continuing it regular pace and hands in an arm's reach. Winds starts to pick up and nearly lift myself off the ground, I stopped momentarily to keep myself bound. The winds stopped and I continue with my journey to whatever the future holds for me, If there was the only way to let me see. How successful will I be? What is instored for me? Will I be someone successful or someone with low inferiority? There was a time when I stopped and thought that my journey was over, However there was writings on the wall telling me to take a mountain, going up higher. I felt discouraged and yet still took this path for some reason, My eyes remain watery as I start to run. But then as I was running there was yet another sign I ran into and I tried the read legibly, Do not yield this sign for this maybe the last sign you will see, Never run out of patience and your instincts will tell you the path key.