We want to follow a dream, yes it's true, but it's one thing to follow a dream and another to follow an obsession. . . A dream is more pure than obsession. A dream is about pride.
On his first hand he wore rings of stone, Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone. There were rings unseen on his second hand, One was blood in a flowing band, One was air all whisper thin, And the ring of ice had a flaw within. Full faintly shone the ring of flame, And the final ring was without name.