This dusty road is your new home.

ive been doing this for way too long for it to be this hard, ive come just inches from where i came, still fallen short.. of what? i dont know.. but i know where i want to be, but cant even get my fingertips on it to feel what its like. So i resort to a place less exciting a water downed version, a rip off of the real thing. If i close my eyes, i can almost pretend, but i know that will dig me a ditch so deep i wouldn't be able to tell which ends up. No one gets how serious i am about this, no one understands my vision, so they give what they have time for, its everything short. This isnt something you can do alone, but i cant get anyone to take me seriously, i cant find anyone, who has half the drive i have, and for that i'll try to give a hopeless soul some so i wont break my back with the burden.