Staring at a blank page; once again, I find myself dreaming of the last days. Determined to find a balance, but ambition pays. Will He question me about each moment like the Sheiks say? I won’t let my ego get the best of me today. No, I won’t allow doubt to be the obstacle that pushes me the opposite direction. This path I chose to travel mimics lives in the great depression—nothing requires more energy and dedication than self-correction.  Facilities are built to offer this Dreamer visions of what life might look like if he could only see deeper, think cleaner, feel… if he could feel… feel the wetness of the morning dew swallow his feet and smother his senses as he begins to breathe; in the morning air his lungs swallow like the dew to his feet, embracing every moment until he departs; to meet the morning Creator aloft the backs of Angels is his recurring dream; with light blinding like the Sun seen through NASA’s most advance telescope he treks up this obstacle laden Avenue with Hope. For nothing can caress the soul such like the dreams of a mind filled with gold. Thus, it was meant to be: Each consecutive step burrows him deeper into the cave Life with only dreams from God to guide him out alive; unscratched; vivacious; courageous; livelier than the combined clubs of Vegas. He is no pioneer. This Avenue of outgrowth has bricks laid in the areas where previous travellers have chosen to stay. He reads the signs that have been read and left behind, not as trophies, but guides for all of whom decide to walk the road less aligned. Every bruise along with each fracture of his heart is nothing less than punishment for his mistakes before the start. This sojourner learned to appear composed as his insides fell apart. Wearing the scent of confidence always brings compliments. “Could it be the curse of humans to give only to those who aren’t in need of it?” But while he begged the bricks to lessen his burden by simplifying the lessons he was learning, the skies has opened and the factory of his soul began working. Thoughts to actions to words, the transformation was more unstoppable with each factory belt turn. With the protection of a Guardian Angel he escaped hell and was able to untangle the wires connecting the breast and the brain. This was untouched territory in an infinite domain. What had once been a Lane now has the foundation of a Boulevard with the help of all who’ve chosen to travel, laying bricks and gravel, leavings signs in place of bread crumbs—God bless them.