Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer
One must gauge one's trust carefully.
The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.