This path unbeaten leads me to doubt the success that it promises. Seeming alone, I will fight the battle which I will lose to myself. I blame clarity, ignorance and my own pride; The only driving force. Regret I won't, though the spite builds a bitter unfamiliar climax. These walls are thin and my morale is thinning. How can I be so sure in a time where only wrong distracts me? I am torn to desperation beyond my own doubts. The path only narrows itself ahead and options diminish from the sealed fate. I hope and fear that I am fearless. I'll fight the battle, I'll lose to myself.