Chapter 5.7 : The Stars and the Compass ...

They say:
'Follow your heart and you'll never be wrong'.
'Think before you decide and prevent a fall'.
'Nothing really matters, when you follow your heart'.
'Rid all feelings and emotions, and think with a clearer mind'.

My heart says 'yes', but my mind says 'no'.
My heart says 'go', but my mind says 'hold'.
My heart says 'leap', but my mind says 'don't'.
My heart says 'please', but my mind says 'fold'.

My heart's all warm, but my mind's stone cold.
My heart's accepting, but my mind's rejecting.
My heart's screaming out, but my mind's sealing in.
My heart's opening up, but my mind's shutting down.

My heart wants to inch in closer, but my mind wants to bolt off further.
My heart wants to cross that line, but my mind wants to accentuate that line.
My heart wants to feel your heart, but my mind wants to cleanse my mind.
My heart wants to know you better, but my mind wants to forget about the matter.

I say:
Maybe it's time to challenge fate for a change,
and forget about the pressure gauge.
To learn to read the Stars and the Compass,
with clear judgment in this endless confusion.

Chapter 5.6 : How can I not hesitate ...

I look left and right and all I see,
the familiar faces that are dear to me.
It's been awhile since I have seen their smile,
I wonder if it has been worth the while.

But this time, I hesitate ...

Every time I work with thee,
it seems like a happy dream.
May this moment hold for a little longer,
so that I can embrace this feeling in this wonder.

But this time, I hesitate ...

It is easy to melt into these feelings all over again,
but to reach a conclusion is such a pain.
To know that in the end that I would fold,
like a super massive black hole .

How can I not hesitant?

Chapter 2.13 : That's what you get when you let your heart win ...

What are these lines that I see,

lingering all around me.

Binding from one end to the next,

they pull and tug like there's no end.

If one wish to be free from this lines,

then why does one follow all the signs.

But they always say that we are friends,

only to find that it will all come to an end.

When the time finally comes when one truly sees,

that these lines are nothing more but deception.

The poor judgment made by the heart,

confusing all of our senseless perception.

Hopes and dreams they help you build,

destroying them heartlessly without any guilt.

Peeling your heart that you can rely on,

poisoning your mind while they look upon.

What's curious is that none of us could resist,

the temptation that they persist.

Truth and benevolent they insist,

pain and misery they assist.

Why do we like to hurt so much,

when we know that it is something that we cannot touch.

I guess that's the consequence when you let someone in,

that's what you get when your heart win ...

Chapter 8.1 : The long road ...

The journey down to the gates was a long one as usual,

always quiet and shadowed by the city's mighty Stronghold.

Rushing through them day by day with an unwilling heart,

it just seemed like any other path but with unreadable scribbles all over.

Flowers that wither and rot along the roadside,

chilling cries of sorrow that burst from these corners.

For some reason it is all clear to me now.

The unreadable scribbles carved into the walls,

turned into personal letters from one's heart.

The rotting flowers that covered the sidewalk,

tell the story of the lost souls that linger.

The chilling cries that echoed through,

reveals one's extinguishing hopes and prayers.

Dark and cold this path suddenly felt,

no life nor coin to be found.

A sense of gloom and sadness set in,

undeniably the pain of those that have suffered.

It was made by the brave warriors that defended the city,

and cherished by the ones that they related to.

But passing through them made me wiser,

the raw lessons of life were forced into me;

for I knew now all the mistakes and errors made.

Some might think it's foolishness,

but I found courage;

for I knew now how to have a glorious battle nonetheless ...