The key
The room is only dark If you never look forward past the emptiness And search for your light. Within a journey maybe long To dig through the tunnel To reach the door. On that rollercoaster of life; Every small step is a goal. If you look back over your shoulder on the staircase, You've already come a long way. One's box is only limited by the size of the opening at the beginning and the challenge of the invisible walls we build piece by piece. In the flow of time, one's dreams are worth living.