Born into the world with limitless potential and a full set of armour.

Day by Day the potential lessens and they chip at his armour.

The point is reached when the potential, now lost, is only a fork in the road.

The armour once proudly donned now hanging by a mere tether to his heart.

To the left a chance to rebuild, to the right the sweet embrace of nothing.

The first step is taken to the right not of thought but impulse for relief.

The second step is then taken, with every step, arms reach out to change the direction.

No touch registers, no words heard and the faintest glimpse of the fork he started at remains at his back.

Only one step remains till he can no longer go back...