Times I prayed it were a dream
Panic for walls, desperate roofs

Other times wishing I'd just wake up
Goggles of illusion unable to remove

Temptation calls to beg for the past
Reconcile memories, bridges of ash

But squinting onward revealing a path
Bright & dusty, motivation is rash

Bones push on, contrasting desire
Canyons & valleys formed of lips and skin

Beckoned further & to pillar of fire
Collecting hope in a can of tin

Temptation calls to set the first & the last
Plot my own course on my own map

But onto the teacher only to grasp
If I pass when I die, then my life is a class