It once was an old nightmare
Then it became a young dream.
Began as sore upon the mind
But now sought out as our journey.
It is what made us.
And sometimes I have thoughts if in the future it might break us.
Although, life would be meaningless if we never laid our thoughts upon it.
It will continue to drive my life, until I exhale it as my last breath, reflecting as I reach my death.
I'll question: did we make it? Was it worth it?