I heard your dreams

And I care that you did not see the path to them

I heard your song and

I care that you found joy only in applause

I saw your smile and I

Care that you feigned sadness to manipulate

I saw your excuses and I care

That you stubbornly clutched their traps.

The good inside you must be fed.

For inside you is a map to your dreams, appearing only a small ways at a time. Inside you there is a drive to persist despite sadness and obscurity.

Inside you there is ingenuity to be free from traps.

The good inside you is vital, is precious, is enduring.