Before death

I'm really surprised,
when people are interested,
in the stuff that made my outside,
the glam of my dress,
shine of my bangle,
glitter on my scarf,
shoes that made me stand out,
my hair, my make up,
I realize we are so in the wrong place,
when all we notice is how someone looks,
on the outside,
as we neglect the inside,
the glam of that presence,
shine of the kindness,
glitter of the dreams,
walking on the path of,
what road heart knows,
walking up to a path that no one choose,
I feel I'm being disrespectful,
when all I can compliment someone is about their outside,
I want them to know what they made me feel,
I want to share their heart is made of gold,
I want them to believe that no matter what, have faith,
any dust they touch with their vision can be a castle,
I want them to know that what they need is not money,
All they need is a dream, a heart of gold, a life to live,
All they need is space to fly the way they want,
let them live, let yourself live,
without those judgmental shades,
put on the shades that make you look yourself,
A universe to trek, a life to live before death,
as the time is ticking,
faster than your heartbeat,
this race is going to end,
so be the one to win before it ends.