The purpose of your glow can be the rope to your shadow.
Your flair from the pack will often land you on your back.

Your passion is a gift and one I admire.
Don’t let it consume you…that burn becomes fire.

Take the lid off the ***, so the steam may go higher
before you boil a knot that can never transpire.

The air around, you are forever connected
from an endless bound to a sun that’s neglected.

The moment I saw, a reason detected.
I tried to ignore, then the season corrected.

The spf on your lips, may protect you from liars
but in your own eclipse, to the wind go the fires.