Now what am I supposed to value?

my dreams, my future, my past?

am I supposed to hope for something,

realizing all I love from this point on

is who I decide to love, and what I become

is purely me;

to reconcile with the past, lay down

and put to rest those laws

that held me bound; where am I to travel,

now that I have no road, no beginning

and my ending only a shadow;

still a shadow, though all I've ever loved

has gone. I am lost, having fled my spring

to a forsaken winter, embraced gray dawn

and let go of brilliant cloud; I am a new beginning,

a plan unsigned, something fierce

and unbroken, driving my pathway

across the sky,

as surely as love

drives the sun.