The soul inside watches from the eyes,

Helplessly entranced.

He’s petrified and there he learns

The value of a second chance.

But he’s so shined and well-refined that

Even the faintest beam of light

Will be reflected like the midday sun-

 

And with his winning smile, he will stun. 

 

While others wallow in loss, he has won. 

 

The soul inside watches from the eyes,

Helplessly entranced.

He’s petrified and there he learns

To fear in every circumstance.

But he won’t cry or bat an eye

For any emotions pose a threat

To his protective inner walls of frost-

 

They must remain intact at every cost. 

 

While others around him win, he has lost.