300* Steps and it's wearing me down.
I keep thinking I'm content but I see it in their eyes; pity.
I can feel it crushing me, and I want to scream and tell them to stop.
I can't seem to make a sound.
Old memories flash into my mind, they're haunting and mocking me.
I can't help smiling.
We were so dark, yet at times so bright.

500 steps and I'm weary, will I ever make it?
My heart aches, and  my soul feels bruised.
But I have to keep going.
The end holds freedom, and a celebratory party.
The light is fading and everything's become hazy.
My wants and needs aren't organized, and my mind is clouded by heartache.
He used to tell me "Question everything, for only the sane settle".
There he is in my mind again, I fear I've gone crazy.

I reach 1,000 steps and I stop.
The sun no longer burns my face, the curious eyes have all wondered off, and it's just the white beauty and I.
Rhythm takes over and I find myself leaping high, waiting for hope to find me.
I spin until I'm dizzy and gasping for breath, and finally-- I can think clearly.
With and without him I've discovered my fate.
I'm back to step one, but this time with a fantasy, and someday a reality.
I will make it to my heaven, three down, and soon all seven.
I know I will end my journey at St. Paul's Bay, and with that thought,
hopelessness is no longer in today.