Standing at a crossroad in your minds-eye. Nonexistent measurement against an invisible clock initiates sweat beads, like rain drops rolling down a jagged mountain terrain. The result of a deep contemplative state of a future that must have direction. The self awareness of your genetic disposition illuminates a chosen path, superseding a minuscule dilemma. The answer lies deep within hidden compartments. Tucked away on a dusty shelf of the mind. The entire house ransacked with panic and searched. Ironically your dreams reveal your innermost answer. But, not before an adventure!