Well, here I go again. another year of school stands before me. Is it a challenge, an oppurtunity, another chance at life? Perhaps it is all of these, but I cannot tell right now.

I wonder if I am waiting in a dark room with a door facing me, or if am I leaving the light of day to enter a cavern. Either way, I will end up proving something about me. I cannot tell if I will learn something good or bad, and I am no longer sure about my motivation.

Do I fear some infernal metal in my alloy, or do I look into the future with great expectations? I do not know if I keep going because of the fears inside me, or the hopes and courages that keep me together.

I can only hope for the best. I look to a good future, but I know the consequences of failure. I must keep going.

Yet when I finish, what will I see at the end of tracks? Firmness of courage, or effort of fear?

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