We choose who we want to be,
A clown, a fool.
Believing in castles on the clouds
Someday, these things that made you,
will be the things that trip you.
I stopped believing today,
a wakening,
a bolt of truth in the dark.
Blinded for too long,
believing for too long,
all that had glittered like gold,
drawing us closer to the fire,
hearts a-stolen,
and I sold my soul for coals.
What you had given,
What I had given,
are the truths only we know.