he slips through the clouds blinded of what lies ahead, with only an oneiric heart guiding the way. where will he land? so many contemporaneous thoughts, but an idee fixee palms his mind, slowly superceding all others. too much pressure, the land of nod calls his name...trice! refreshed, far too expeditious to lie for long, gotta move, responsibility ahead...nonage, find your way back. there is no segue adjoining paths divided by tough decisions. heart or mind, which will emerge victorious.

"I think most people are good at more things than the world gives them the opportunity to do." -ethan hawke