Being shy has led me down a path that has no end. This journey brings despair, one forever broken path with no exhaustion to stop me. Please , oh please, I need to escape, by no means is this escape attempt for the pleasure of freedom. However, the feeling of shear guidance to assist such a trek will bring peace between the trail and me. Over in the distant darkness, a small yellow light shines at what I can only make to be the end of the path. Could this be it? The pain, the suffering, was it all over? I didn't let the exhaustion overcome my body, full speed ahead I bolted toward the ever changing beam. I kept going, and going, and going distance never seemed to get any closer. My body collapsed upon itself from exhaustion, by the time i could regain my composure the light had vanished. What have I done? The light played my mind for a fool, a demons playtoy waiting for it's next victim. Well the journey must go on, but as I try to stand something felt wrong. It was as if all my bones had immediately disintegrated inside my body. This must be where I retire never to move again, this trip wasn't as lonely as I expected others also passed by. Some found the light and ended their journey, others shared my fate. It took me ages upon ages for me to comprehend why I had just become  another stepping stone upon this path. My mind was too far gone, I rushed for my escaped from this god forsaken place rather than planning out a better way of reaching it. This is my life, the light representing opportunities and the path representing all the aftermath of these opportunities taken not one dash of seriousness. I will say, my life has just begun and the path hasn't fully developed. I have to wait for the next light to appear, the next gateway to begin a new life.