The Path

Is it external or within ones treason
That feeling within which doubts self reason
One knows not if it is left or right
Put yourself forward and prepare to fight

Once again you feel you lose credential
Illusion it is as you realise potential
Mirror of strength preparing the mind
Anxiety disbelief you leave behind

Looking for answers in all the wrong paces
Realisation so obvious you see the many faces
Many aside you as you as you feel their support
He who challenges you is consumed with wrought

Signs all around, acknowledge their guidance
As the crow flies you remember his residence
More than imagination you hope it is true
As the page turns it could be taboo

Destination the path one must choose
Infinity the path, potentially could loose
As the sun rises a new dawn will break
Life is the risk we all must take.