Your Own Little Era

In a world that hums a common tune, I dance beneath a different moon. While others chase the fleeting trend, I carve a path that will not bend. The clock may tick in measured pace, Yet I move freely through my space. Not bound by time, nor tied to past, I build a world that's meant to last. They call me odd, they call me bold, Yet in my hands, the light I hold. A fire that flickers, pure and bright, A spark that turns the dark to light. No need to fit, no need to hide, My era lives where dreams reside. And though they watch, unsure, unkind, I walk my road with peace of mind. For being me is all I know, A timeless star that dares to glow.