stop and think for a minute, do not forget what is in front of you, do not loose yourself, be true to who you are and remember, there is always someone there

screaming silently

you beg to be saved

a hand reaches out

a plain hand, a familiar one

this one you recognize from reality

another appears beside it

covered in gold armor

this one you recognize from dreams

which one do you reach for

you grasp the golden one

it pulls you out of the fog, into the light

and you see your rescuer

was it worth it? no