• My dreams asalt me, one second im flying, the next im in battle.
    I do not no what to chose, both are wonderfull.
    Fly feels so free, fighting so exilerating.
    Why must i chose? What is its meaning?
    But i feer both. So feerfull of chosing wrong.
    Flying, im afraid of falling; Fighting im afraid of pain.
    Why must i chose? Why?
    I know i can not chose both. I dont know why. Why do i know i cant?
    Flying or fighting what shall i chose?