The path of life slowly siphons me of my dreams,
like a child ripped of innocents.

Set with false expectations.
lead into the dark with no light.
Guided by stories of those who made it.

Alone in the dark i am.
fearing my surroundings.
following the imprints of the past comers

One institution at time,
I follow.

I follow for the ones who cannot travel this path,
I follow for the ones who have failed on this path,
I follow to leave additional tracks.

As i get closer to the end of this vast darkness,
the path begins to thin until there is nothing but a sliver to guide me.
Fear fills me.

I am lost.
waiting to be found.