Most literal translation appear as fairy tales. I see the silver lining; if you can’t. It’s a metaphor. Does that help?

You lose yourself in this life—some of us a little more, some of us for decades. After years of wandering, I finally asked God for the spark, the right hands, and the alignment to find who I am, so I can fiercely protect and provide for the ones I love. It’s heavy trying to rebuild it all at once. But the true craft is showing up to find yourself every single morning. Because if you don’t plan for the man you want to be, you’ll look in the mirror one day and realize you're looking at a stranger

In platinum mirrored halls of heavenly form, did I see in a sea of green—where invictus calms and breaks upon the face of each day. I bow my head in awe, yet see so plainly instead: why do you write your mouth across the mind of it with your horrors, and bind me to a grander scheme of rewards? Marshal Stokum