He will not hide anymore. He will not be fearful or full of shame. He will not second guess or make up excuses. He will crumble beneath the pressure when he falls and he won't lose balance so quickly when he marches forward. Even if what he does has lost meaning and has been trivialised in ways he never saw coming, he shall not stop or move at a slower pace. He will not feel sorry for himself or try to diminish the importance of where he came from or the magnitude of what he's about to do. In the end it is clear that he will most likely never make it and the dreams he dreams will always remain just as they are - little boxes trapped inside his mind, screaming for release, yet never knowing why.
