I realize it now, that a few days have passed and my head is no longer affected by spirits and illusions of grandeur and self-importance that I may have been too hard on you the other day…
Light of the half-moon casting shadows; Stars as far as the eye can see.
Does the fantasy That resides Inside your head, Keep you from having To face the dread Of an empty existence?
The child without an anchor Flies free into the face Of a brick wall.
We tore at the tether because we wished to free.
Athena speaks in mixed Messages and metaphors.