Blaze of Glory

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.


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