Bouncing back and forth between full control and total dependability,
I stand back in the dark corner and gaze upon what may come of what I have created.
Failure results in a heart-crushing beat.
Success is the key to the other side.
Nothing but complete structural images floating not far behind my eyes.
With every blink comes another tragedy.
Wonder when the time will come for self-independence. Clutching onto every thought,
believing it will provide the once much seeked path,
With an answer worthy enough to follow.