You open your eyes and see trees and sand.

Where it is just water accompanying this piece of land.

You know not of how you got to where you are.

But you can already tell that home is so far.

You wipe yourself off and get on your feet.

This is a battle of survival that you will not retreat.

Giving up and quitting are for those who are oblivious to the site of success.

Seeing a street beholding the riches of happiness and risks taken to get here is where you'll be addressed.

Working hard you construct a fire before night.

Oh no! A predator prowling, progressing closer with each step filled furociously with might.

Quick on your feet using only the land.

Throwing at the creatures eye, a handful of sand.

Running fast, hard, and not looking back.

Not far off the shore you spot a man on some kind of boat shack.

Your legs growing tiresome and you're body weary.

But success is your destiny, not just a theory.

You jump on the boat landing on both feet.

Never giving up or accepting defeat.