“Nothing gold can stay.”
You might not want to shine anymore,
and maybe your time is glint as gold.
(I see this as a good thing.)
Can’t regret the sunset when it winks away.
Choose a new more useful than gold,
more lasting, more substantial.
“I wanna be soil.”
Yes, and,
allow yourself to change your mind,
Or purpose,
for there may come a day
when you need to be a seed,
a worm,
a branch I bring home from a night walk.
And the sun will come out tomorrow.