My doubt is starting to kick in, But I have no other choice but to persist.

My exhaustion is growing,

And i don't see any place to rest in sight,

My feet hurt,

These shoes don't fit me,

One is either way too small or too big,

And it's so very cold,

Maybe i shouldn't have gone outside in winter,

Maybe if i wasnt so confident that id make the journey,

I would have taken the time,

To get the right shoes,

To get the warmest clothes,

To get a map,

But i can't do that now,

I've made my mistakes,

And the only thing i can do now is keep going forward,

And even if i don't recognize the road or the occasional street light,

I would rather keep going into the unknown,

Than turning back to the place i know has nothing left for me.