My dear brother, ol’ tiger that sleeps Don’t be bothered with doubts that may creep Kindle the flame ‘til fully awake Please don’t restrain and open your gates
Are your stars out?
What do you think they’ll ask when you die? Major Fielding, was that your best try? Trust in your heart, it knows what you need Fear disregard and dig till you bleed
My dear brother, ol’ tiger that sleeps No more slumber—go sharpen your teeth
What makes you tick? Smelling a flower? Suffocating a bee in a jar? What makes you want to dance? Or smash someone’s face in? Get it together love Your stars are always out
