As you reach the Forests,
The greatest challenges await
Tests of your true self
And desire to adhere to the path.
The trees' darkness emanates with pressure
Forcing you into the ground...but
The fight is not yet lost,
However dark the once-light road gets,
its identity remains.
Fallen trees taunt the mind,
and stones block the well-traveled path;
what will you do?
Will you let them block your way,
turn east when north is true?
What of the others you pass by
and their place on the spectrum of success
how will you let that affect your journey?
Some see the race, others the goal
Which do you see?
Who do you wish to travel with?
The greatest danger will be with you always.
Questions may arise
regarding the purpose of your endeavors.
What purpose is there in this?
Why must I follow a changing map
Hoping to reach the end of a journey I didn't wish to start?
This is what defines the adventurer.
The one who reaches through the broken window to find the lightswitch
The one who travels through when others turn away
The one who can choose his allies and enemies with the end in mind
And the one who seeks
questions over answers.
Onward with strength,