Guns n' Roses- Jb Wisely

He woke up timid that day,his face covered in great sweat. The dream seemed terrible. Visible anxiety lay in his eyes. Alone and terrified he thought- how could it be that the word repeated itself?! "it all starts with a step, one single step and the arena is cleared." These words kept zooming in his ear. He thrust then, his huge round face in the direction of the magnificent smoke. His eyes beamed with agony yet his body hesitated to move. He seemed to have the solution. Yes! The solution. One step-kept ringing in his ear; only one step would push the others to overcome them- they who splashed roses in the day, and smoke in the night.