Dim and bright is what I exhale:
Dim when in wild and bright
When in peace.

Glowing like a phosphorus;
And as dark as covered in ink,
I walk the life as a recluse lord.

I won’t bloom, for that I know;
I will wither, that I know;
But I will wither as a winner.

I will be blameworthy,
But I will continue to be worthy -
Even when the light goes off.