The journey of thought. An idea with no beginning or end, deep in the subconscious, like a whisper repeating itself over and over again. There is no map to navigate, no compass only the knowledge gained during each step and the ever-present call deep within my spirit beckoning me to awaken from the deep sleep of compromise. The compromise of my potential. If I listen closely blocking out the chaos of day-to-day existence I can hear it. My spirit, I can hear its cry.