Are Your Stars Out? - Mark Stoermer

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