Sitting at the edge of a cliff overseeing a City I could only picture in my imagination; lost and alone in a world my mind paints on a canvas of my desires. My thoughts lay bare and void of direction; allowed to roam wherever they will. "It could be great!" - I turn as I hear this voice speak from without and nowhere. I see no one but myself and elements of nature. "Great and exciting!" - It spoke again, this time yet clearer. Who speaks?... Who intrudes the intimacy of my quiet thoughts? "A friend who thinks you deserve more" - He replied. Confused by the implications of the suggestion I respond; "But I do have... much" "Oh yes!... But is it really yours?" - He questions and by it leaves me questioning, creating a divide that only widens as time lasp between question and response increase. "But all that Father has is mine... too. I know so he said" - A truth I have always known seem to fade as I mutter an answer. "Then show me! Show me!... Can it ever be yours unless it is in your hands... to hold and deal with as you please? If he really meant it, wouldn't you have it?" - Lashing out questions that sounded more like observations tending towards emphatic suggestions. The quiet I sought now fully invaded by an army of thoughts, loud but ever so evasive. I am left confused, lacking and craving... For what? I am engulfed by a need to want so bad,.. but what? "That dream... If only you had it in you hands, that dream could finally come true... just imagine!" - He answered. Suddenly, the voice I thought spoke from without now sounding boldly from within. "How?... what do I do?" - I found myself questioning loudly enough for it to be termed a whisper. Then without warning, anxiety I had never known overwhelmed me. With my rest slowly developing wings to fly, I appeared driven into a cage I was never aware of, untill I felt its bars at the edge of my reality. "What do I do?... I have got to be free" - My question becoming bolder, my desire deeper and my crave stronger. "Your share!... Ain't you entitled to your share of the old man's wealth? If it were in your hands... can you see the thrilling possibilities? The world at your feet" - He said, while taking a seat at the center of my reasoning. My eyes widened as though I saw light for the first time... Or did I? My imagination captured the endless possibilities... Or were they? Like a horse driven wild, I demand the fastest of my feet and the quickest of my breath, seeing no other road but that which leads to the world of my dreams. "Father! Give me my share of that which to me should come!" - I stumbled in, feet and words at the same time. "Son! Why? What happened?"- Father questions but I give no time to think over the prize of the response I was given. "I want to be free. Free to see the world and live my dreams. I must be big enough to make my own decisions now" - I replied, determination in my eyes staring past the sadness in his. "But you've always been free. What do you mean?" - His words audible but deing before they reach the gates of my heart. "Then give what's freely mine" - Even I was surprised by the huskiness in my tone and an arrogance that could be mistaken for courage. "I must leave and with my share. Why do you hold me back?" - The words I didn't speak burst out of my mouth almost angrily. "I do not!... I thought Love did" - And with that and tears, he threw a final look in my direction like he knew something I didn't but could do nothing to it. With my share in my hands, I rode unto my dreams a wealthy man, full of what the eyes can see but emptied of wealth only the heart can keep.