Its quiet now, the lion has finally gone to sleep. But when will he wake up. You think you might be invinsable, invisable and all that. How many times have you tried to get by. My body tells the story of my journeys, my mind full of tales, glorious tales wonderfull tales terrible tales Tales of failed trials that never really happened. Then I look down and all the scares have dissapeared and all I have left is whats in my mind. Was it my imagination again. It seemed so real. So very real. The fear could be smelt, the sweat could be felt, and I knew what was going on mabey for the first time.