Infront of you it stands. What ever it could be. Where ever it lands. What ever it'll let you see. To you by demand might be prescribed, for better of worse. Yet it too might be derived from ones' choices first. It could be standing near you. It could be walking beside you. It could be waiting well infront of you. If you can comprehend, it's not behind you. Others greatly affect it, there is little way you can protest. Yet do not wait and idly sit, to goals to which you must attest. It's something that can not expire, until you in your mortal finality retire. Then you might move on to another kind, when soul separates from body and mind. What might it be? This thing that can trap or free, anything and all we see, in a cycle of endless soul seeds.