My Path

There's a light at the end of the tunnel,
That beckons to me in my dreams.
Its faint cries,
Growing louder with every tick of the clock,
Now screaming in my ears.
Not much time passes,
Before the wailing must be stopped.
Finally acknowledging,
The all too familiar voice,
It suddenly becomes calm and soothing,
Somehow pleasing to listen to.
It urges so gently,
Yet somehow pushing,
Begging for me to follow it,
To the other end of the narrow shaft.
Rising from my bed,
Confusing dream with reality,
I begin to stumble on my way,
Jealously looking at those,
Who pass me by.
Secretly wishing,
That I too,
Were speeding along the path,
To the final destination.
Countless attempts to change my course,
Only lead to failure.
It seems as though,
Nothing can change the direction,
Of this tangent I have started on.
Head hanging low,
Spirits all but dead,
I trudge along,
My alternate path.
Envying all the others,
That take the main route.
Is this to be my fate?
An outcast of the world?
Time seems to stand still,
When you are on the outside looking in.
What is there left to do,
But accept this as my designated path,
Steadily working my way,
To the same place as the others.
Meet them at the end I will,
Smiling bright and proud.
For I will have made it through,
This awful journey,
On my own road.
Despite however many obstacles,
Were blocking the way.
I will be victorious.
Nothing,
Will stop me.
The only option is success.
Failure,
Is not a possible outcome.