Ready?

I used to think if I dreamed hard enough, it would come true. I thought if I believed in something with passion-a fire-a tremendous fury, it could happen. But I don't dream any more. I don't know what to think anymore, let alone believe. I should have kept to the straight road, should have stayed away from the edges. I could have clung to something stable, an immovable object. I was distracted, and still am. I have trouble paying attention and studying. I can't blame others. It was my fault, and still is. I pray on a daily basis, and ask for the help of everyone around me. I keep going. Sometimes I wish I could be the man I envisioned. Now I wash my hands of my past. I don't really  know if that means anything anymore. But I'll keep going as long as I have breath. You ready? I am. Alrighty-ok.