There are dreams and hopes in this world of unpronounced faults and failures. I had one, I saw it as clear as day in the darkness behind my folds of skin. It fell as the days and years past, I could not stop the trend, the forsaken fall into my horrible reality. Greatness is what we all want, no matter the disturbing or glorified obscure scene it is. How can one hold onto anything worth being held upon the folds of falling roses or the grace of a feather from an angel’s wing? There is no failure in seeing the dreams or trying to live them, but how is one to feel anything when all one wants is greatness without a path? There are so many roads, so many to choose from… There is no one thing anyone person is great at, to choose and make that one road yours is to make all the forks and turns insurmountable to attain. We all want the greatness but to have the greatness of all is what deep down we all want. If one could traverse the labyrinth between all aspects of life and understand all things good and evil, then what would there be beyond that to achieve? Or worse, would one want to achieve any more than that after the time and persistent grind to achieve such a horrific and yet beautiful feat?