Another Game Plan?

I will make it through. I will make it through.

I am strong. I have been through worse. Harder. More painful. I have survived.

I fucking hate this feeling.

Now what?

I was standing in front of an abyss, a wide open chasm of who-knows-what.

I have stepped off the edge. There is no turning back.

If anything calls for some Bob Dylan, this does. No question about it.

Work your magic, fill my soul, and spread the calm throughout me.