Threshold

I'm teetering on the threshold of a completely new and strange world. I have never been there before, although I have certainly been in this position. Once my eyes set sight on the finish line, my ethereal self races ahead and runs too fast, ultimately leaving me exhausted. It's not something I can control, my heart seems like a leech sometimes. This leech is not under my control, it just latches itself onto the nearest target. While in a way I enjoy being along for the ride that my heart takes me, I often wish that the risk wasn't so high. The chariot i'm riding in has unsteady wheels, and after repeated failure, I think I'd rather just walk. I don't know my own feelings anymore. I've felt this exact feeling, perhaps to an even higher extent before. The Round Three bell is tolling, and there isn't anything I can do to ignore its call. I'm excited though, they say three is the lucky number. I've always been lucky.