To be uncertain is to be lost, and
To be lost is the greatest burden to a woman of ambition
Every new piece of information handed to me
Only expands the uncertainty of paths ahead
Turning back is not an option
I can already feel demons
Biting on my heels
And breathing down my neck
They want me to fall
They want me to fail
My joints are tired from moving forward
My eyes are fresh out of fuel
But if I dare a moment's respite
I risk potential reward
Please. Can anyone hear me?
I don't know that I can make it.