Be a moth, not that butterfly,
You don’t need the sun, to be admired by-
Those people who don’t deserve to see.
Let them chase butterflies, you were anyway born free.
Don’t be the flame, “glorious” only in the dark,
Just helping you sail through the reality so stark
Rather be the sun, the reason of your own dawn
Emerge, but patiently, amicable with the night that’s just gone.