Are Your Stars Out?

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