"Your dreams have no expiration date."
- Pablo Andres Armas
Between the fierce independence of the goddess of the hunt
And the pure undying love of the resurrector
And somewhere in there is the descent to the underworld...
I know more now.
My heart is elsewhere,
My mind struggling to roam.
Maybe they need not be yoked together,
But at least I must be aware
Of their different paths and aspirations.
My heart may tug on me like a child's small fingers,
But I may be thankful my mind will always be there
To say "no" to the errant child.
Sometimes, though, the child knows best.
Best that they work together.
I am like a quickened blade,
Now with direction.
Cutting down that which is in my path,
I am powerful - unstoppable.
Every blade has its limits,
But filled with potential,
I cut through to my heart's desire.
Welcome to a new world.