You sit waiting for the ten o’clock train
Next to a puddle from the nine o’clock rain
Looking down at your reflection
You don’t recognize your radiant smile and complexion
The fire in your eyes doesn’t match the frozen, lifeless embers in your heart
A wall separates the real you from your façade
You’re detached from the start.
All that’s gold isn’t meant to shine
Real value isn’t aesthetically defined
The world is not a puppeteer
You are not controlled by fear
Shine by day and burn by night
Be the spark that love ignites
Rekindle the flame and tell your story
Go out with a bang, a blaze of glory.