When your light strikes me, I refract
Like glass, I bend the gift you have given me
I choose to make your gift my own
And soon, the many lights strike me too
The fire in their souls, I redirect
I use their passion as my own
The many before me have given me what they once held
It is my nature to be a refraction of those before and around me
Never a reflection, as I intend to hold my individuality
But a refraction, a conversion of what I see
All that is passes through me
And I am the glass that bends these elements as I please
Through my process, I create my own world
Through my process, I shape myself into what I desire to be
And if I ever catch your eyes
I will decide if what you hold is bright
Admiring a new source, a new light
And overtime, I will refract what I behold
-Himeros
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