Stratum, much like rocks, represents our thoughts—layers forming, evolving with persistent doubts. In today's world, we often stack thoughts, bringing into the open what we doubtfully deem right. Only by tearing,apologies- delicately yet beautifully peeling them away one by one, can you discern the core of your purest thought. We often project toughness, yet beneath, the softness and brightness remains concealed, until a keen gaze reveals them. In this world, we strive to be the stratum, but what we ought to embody is our purest, truest form. In the dance of life, let hinges play, Yet guard your light, keep doors at bay. A symphony of possibilities in the air, No door to steal your radiant flair.