She's walking down this road.. her feet bare on the gravel as rocks and stones scrape across her feet, this road is long.. why is it so long?
Turn left.. then right, or was it left again? Her head is spinning in every which way, she's dizzy; she's lost. Her eyes are clouded by flashing signs and confusing arrows.
Sitting down she stays as still as her pounding heart allows her to be; frustration, anger, sadness; she cries out. Doesn't she get a guide? Someone to tell her which road leads to heartache?
She looks behind her; she sees the trail of blood and tears she's left behind, she's contemplating turning back. Wouldn't that be easier? Wouldn't it hurt less to just go back to familiarity?
But her feet wouldn't listen to her; something.. something told her to keep moving forward, she knows what it is... they used the word so frequently when she was younger... was it .. hope?