Let it be not for glory
Not for the riches
Forget the shiny reflections you carry in your pupils
Carry on without haste
Empty your pockets of all things cold and empty
See confidence in your own worth

Let it be not how you intended
Not the way you knew it could have been
Control the stare you know exists still
Become your own doorman
Your own therapist
Forgive the days that got you hurt

Let it be a mystery
The way you stumble through this world
Aimless and unassuming
Allow each step its own symphony
Enjoy every sound you take
And become one again