'Footsteps'

[Twisted Crow]

It was in a waking dream this morning. This was what it took for me to realize what matters to me. What drives me to act as I do. What compels me to utter the words I say. Those among the many that I cherish deeply even while I only feel valued by the few. What seems to be untouched depths of the heart. That which was unclear before, now a kindling fire of what motivates the 'human spirit'. Is that to belong to fate or myself? Is the dream only a dream? A naive sentiment for an uncharted destination? Am I the sentry, the kind soul that weathers the vehement storm? Am I truly the architect of my own destiny?

Could this dream manifest in reality?

Footsteps, we continue to walk... until we find answers on our own. Sometimes, we cannot afford to simply kneel.