What is left but to travel these paths that have been laid by these footsteps that have long been forgotten and try to clear a path that we have found in our minds to hold the truth... but what is really the truth but a figment of our imagination telling us what is really right from wrong... There is only so much that we have left to supercede these fake smiles and lost hopes and gain a sense of trust within our own bodies... can we hold a torch to anything and see in all this darkness that we are not who we truly think we are but that we are a sham of that person that we once were conceived to be... I ponder things that have been outstretched in front of me showing the correct path in which I should take... but is this the path in fact the one that I have chosen for myself or was this something that destiny has thought I may have wanted... I am far to analytical but that is Me and thats how I choose to be... In all this that is life I can only truly be myself and no other... I can try and be something that I am not but what does that prove or how does that help but to misconstrue all that I have worked so diligently to keep sacred... I hold on to all the things that I feel important and my virtues remain the same... My love remains the same... My pain remains the same... and most importantly I remain the same...