A dusky night along a beaten path, there is Silence in the moon lit woods.
Alone and scathed by the darkness that devours the soul at an unreal speed.
trained we are not, though in time life teaches us how to find our own footsteps.
Many times we fall and the blood from our wounds of failure paint the path taken.
Like fog that slowly creeps up upon the unsuspecting soul, failing is inevitable.
Choices make up who we are and what we will all become, in time.
What was is written in stone, though even stone erodes with time.
Like the stones beaten down by the ocean waves, our journey is a long hard polish.
What has happened can not be altered, though learning is what we have gained upon failure.
We are what we have become, we are what we made ourselves out to be.