Are there pastures past the mud, and I'm just too scared to walk through it?

Do I dare put on the glasses and be brave to see through them?

There are other chapters and I have to flip the page. 

I haven't done so for fear of the words written on them.

Maybe I'll sail the seas and dive deep, into uncharted melodies I have yet to hear clearly.

What do you question so much, what do you fear?

Is it finally coming face to face with yourself that makes you quiver?

Did you not ask for a new story and given the one that you were after?

Step into the light of you after all of your questions.