I don't think any of us had this dream. The way the dream turned out. We had bigger ideas, bigger fish to fry, and less real worries. If we keep going, that's the only way to find out how the dream ends. At least, continues. Holding on, and holding out. The horizon is close, hurting our eyes and our pride. At least the horses haven't given out, and they keep comin' back for more. Just like us. Not giving up, giving in, or flaking out. Holdin' the road the best to our content. Strong.