Aura

Moving different from the crowd.
What was distant now I claim, built it all without a name.
Now they ask how I changed the game,
Turned the struggle into flame.
No more lines, I draw my own, every move now fully grown.
Shining in the night, turning darkness into light.
No shortcuts, just in the grind,
Every loss re-finds my mind.
Heavy winds try to break my frame, still I rise,