A gray blurry guy
In another person's film
That guy casually passing by
On the protagonist's screen
Got no dialogues
Only seen on the prologue

The shepherd's purse in the garden
Unremarkable; easily forgotten
The broken mug on shelf
Filled with flaws of varying depths
The ghost of the forgotten past
An unidentified abstract
Of nightmares, memories, and sands

But dear, that is his tale
Why see things this way?
Different trains, different rails
You are not made on the same recipe
That gray guy on his story might be you
But you have your own coffee to brew

You are the main character of your scenario
A Gladiolus in it's bloom
A resolute gladiatior with thousand scars
Reminder of a survivor when carved
Those cracks you can't expose
Let's fill it with golds
Mend it with the sun's dew and the moon's kiss
Still pretty even with the bruises
The phantom of a gleaming future
An unidentified abstract
Of daydreams, wishes, and stardusts

Reader Reader on my wall
Who's the fairest of them all?

Dear, it's the hero of every movie
the protagonist of every story
the leading actor of every film
the adventurer of every tale

It's him
It's her
It's them
And
It's you

You are seen
You are known

We all are