Though a lapse has occurred, the flow of wires binds the fuse. An initial spark to fuel this firefight. Trying hard to get a grip. Attempting to decipher what it meant, but I'm losing all my sight. Finding it harder and harder to tune out the noise. The noise seems to be getting louder. As the days, they burn away. Nothing gained, nothing achieved. Standing in the same place again. Months burn by, seasons pass. Attempting to understand what? Still wondering which direction I will take. The voices continue. The suggestions, they just seem to continue. As I try to figure out the words. As the weeks flow into each other. Which road will I take? Will I make it or break?