And in those busy nights,
Free of mind,
So blissful it is to bathe in time
Rather than suffer it.
And so far I've come
And so far to go,
But in all that I am now
I do not know who I want to be.
For such brilliant people surround me,
With kind minds and stunning souls.
And so lost of grounding it is
To see such rigidly good people.
To get lost in stories of lives
Tragic and whole,
There are so many lives I crave to fill
But none I strive towards.
And to be good is grand
But to be spectacular is wanting
Of all the traits of brilliance
Without the loss of flaws.
Crave the best and fear the worst.
Stand tall and unsure.
Don't fret for what will become of you,
It will arrive all the same.