I see you standing just over the hill. In the palm of your hand, you hold my strength and my will. You begin to descend as I reach for the fate of my destiny. You motion for me to hurry, but I am not certain I can keep up with you. I step toward you as you disappear over the ridge. I stop and peer down over the edge. And there you are waiting under the bridge. You're reaching out to me, with open hand, offering me the whole of who I am.