What my pen wrote

You need a goal, the brain said. A vision that draws your eyes, And your mind will follow likewise. A journey without a destination, Will dump you in an unknown station. "A million myriad sights in my horizon, I can count," Exclaimed eyes, "What if the last one is unfound?" Check the possibility of success, the brain said. Do you have proof that your arms will support, That, the weight of your dreams they can hold? A journey which cannot be completed, Is no better than the one that is not started. "How will I know my strength unless I stretch ", Whispered arms, "Possibilities of what I can fetch?" You need to have a plan the brain said. Steps that ably guide your feet, Unambiguous, solid and neat. A journey without a route, Is an uncharted, wasted pursuit. "As I walk, I could stumble and steady on my path", Dreamed the feet, "Do I have to worry about the math?" Measure how far you have come the brain said, Does your heart be