burn outs

i'm a candle that has burned on,
and i'm a lightbulb that'll never lose it's power.
we're here right now, so live right now and live with right now.
would you give me your eyes if mine went blind?
they've been open for so long for no purpose, for no REAL symbolic reason.
strum strum strum away, lay in the grass and feel the dew on your hair.
the droplets drip down your rough cheek onto your shirt making dots.
light blue turns into dark blue because of saturation.
we could be dancing with no clothes on.
we could go slow, and we could laugh so hard
at the things we know and no one else does.
let's be something no one else could be
let's be something no one else thought of
and let's prove every single one of them wrong.
and all people tell me now these days are, "how cool is colorblind"
and that "some days i just think that i need a friend to tell me they don't know what they would
do without me."
well, i don't know what i would do without IT.
without what connects us - together - what makes us form like the jigsaw puzzle piece we are.
i always hear people telling other people secrets.
well my secret, was a lie.
and all i hear parents saying is how they expect great things from their children.
some people often forget to tell them that it's perfectly OKAY if they can't shine as bright as others
that it's PERFECTLY NORMAL if they're not shining stars.
personally, i didn't burn brightly.
and now ALL I WANT TO DO
is burn out.