realization

months of walking down the line have shown the truth in the path under the feet of this fool. no matter how far, how long, how away, how gone... it keeps on coming back... creeping in... once he saw a light, now he only sees the shades of dreams in his mind. remembering the times of facial muscle restraint towards a neighbor walker, now remorseful of decisions unfounded... these feet have walked many roads, these eyes have seen many ways, these hands have touched many hearts... yet this heart doesn't know anything above 33˚ Fahrenheit.

i have lost again.
will i try?