Punchline

Lights in my eyes.

I'm brave but I can't find away to survive the day despite the insights I gain.

My mind is strange like fire or higher planes.

My desire can inspire even the tiniest flame to ignite.

I can't explain the pain inside each day I hide.

If there's a wave of pride then the days all right, just like the rain can provide the terrain for a mudslide, I find some way to be in the sunshine.

Is there enough time to align my faith with the punchline?