ever/ even/ too far

this could probably and stupidly enough be called Human Way 
who would want to be famous, or be known if Meant had to give
up their Light. But what if their light was what they lived for and
lived for it In plain sight..  It'd mean noone really had or have to hide
from who they really Are - in a world and n a reality, where everyone
known could be a Star.  Because we all are stars, really, when seen with the
universe's one hand. We all have the same kind of power, with what we're
born with and can too command. If I, could turn my life around, and make
it a thing that even now it commence, it really, and in reality would be a thing
that makes such little sense. In a dwindling planet's space and in the quick
flashes of attention people can spend. To think that one could be walking around
in shrinking time possessed or thinking of a Time that cannot end.  It defies all logic,
science and parable to which most are bound, it only banks and bounces on this
one premise, that all good things are Round. And even the bad or this we seek to
exclaim, these things can be good too in this one planet's round game. And outside
the planets and in one galaxy, theres probably another universe meant for you and for
me. Which on at least some base level, means we're all for some small fame. And if
it's not so excellent, at least to wear our One Name.  As its when we can't wear our One
name, in a world that seeks to silence it so.. This becomes the only time when we really
can't grow. Because humans are meant to grow, and bloom and flourish we are, and if
can meet your heart with you spirit and name still, can touch your final star....

so, I am so far from my Light.  It makes no sense to think it's a thing I could still get.
But it remains this thing, (on April, 18) that it all I can think of Yet.  Which means 2 things
I do and both surmise. It means something in me is going to take full shoot, or something
is not going to make it and maybe die. Because while my life is made of me, basically
decided it's made of many other things.  And these things (called Light) are the only sources
through which my soul can sing. The soul of one I have, to me I'm only bound. It's hard to think
of this thing, but when done know it's always there to be found.  When one lives form the spirit,
there are things that cannot be given up.. I guess this will be the meaning, and calling of my life
we'll see how much of it will actually take form and how much will be given Up.

Tomorrow, Magic. Into the next day too.  If I can string another few days or a week together
I think all good things can come true.