fools gold

When things are at a stopping point the simplest words traverse across the greatest of plains

Compare me not to the fools gold

Nor the lovers remorse 

Fade out your perceived colors 

Acknowledge not that I exist 

For the good of others instead

Notice me for the things I've done

Or the things I've yet to do

Compare me not to the ghastly wales

Or the stars ember waves 

Instead compare me on the basis

Of the one thing that remains my own