you call

i heard you. i hear you still.. i know the paths are many, many look better than the one you're pointing out. at least they look that way to me. in my perverse rebellion, other options suddenly seem better than your choice.. it– the road, looks dangerous, slippery, dark and seems to be headed in the wrong direction.


but i hear your call. i know there's only one choice. 
i fix my eyes upon the prize, my head will not turn from it, neither to the left nor the right.


let's go!