Desire climbs through my bones, brushes my spine, and clings to my soul with a grip unmatched in time. My form is rendered useless to an overpowered mind, which I don't fight, for I like to be taken away. Anticipation climbs the chambers and the hollows of my heart, and waiting is almost too much. Expectations rise and hope is its only ally, for bitter disappointment is simply too unkind. Run away, run away, but don't let it fall to the ground and shatter in a moment of revelation that destiny is not what you thought it would be. Down, though, I know it is true and must be because there is no greater pull in my life than that of which I yearn to know. Lest the backs of dreams be broken in the solemn march to truth, don't fall away from dreams unspoken when the world is blind. Unforetold distinction lies between the willing and deserters, and only I can choose my path.