TO THE HILT | A dream for every lost dream

This spot right on the edge,

I come here often;

I'm trying to understand,

Where I went wrong.

I look up, to my left, at the mountains,

I look down, to my right, at the valley,

As I stand confused,

Wondering if I'm weak or strong.

Hoping my shoes will keep me gripped,

I take a narrow trail as I walk,

Acknowledging that being effective or ineffective was,

A choice that was always mine.

Having walked this trail at least twice before,

It was easier to figure out this time that,

By walking aimlessly I might reach somewhere beautiful,

But will keep analyzing every sign.

I let myself choose,

Let myself be passionately stubborn about my dreams,
Achieved some, yet, I quest for more,

And that's how I know there is still a long way to go.

A long way to go but boulders come to greet,

Say a landslide of sorts,
Not enough to make me stop,

But enough to slow me down or hide my path with snow.

I still have many dreams right in my sight,

Can't watch them wet my eye,

So, I choose to compensate for every lost dream,
And not feel the guilt.

Dream for a dream is what I'll trade,

Won't let them vanish into thin air,

Have taken enough successful shots in the dark,

It's time to play it up to the hilt.