I know some people who exist

but cease to live;
somewhere along the line
they lost the best parts of them.

You were a sunset;
who turned out to be negligent.
You turned up in the morning
and never caught up to the evening;
your sun had no choice. She left.

You were careless
with the gifts you were given.
Listlessly, you picked the life
you have chosen.
You gave out your word
but forgot them when life said,
"Show them".

You were only ordinary;

with a mask to match each accessory.
You don't remember me
but, at some point, we met up with your extraordinary.
Tell me, why'd you ever give up on being legendary?
Or simply living a life worth its own story?

What's your hurry?
Weigh your worry.
Wake up!
Restore the morning
to its glory.