Name poem

A name starts a conversation,
The spark that burns fond relations.
But my name, is a name unoriginal,
A name,  which is soon forgotten.
I wish my name was twice as bright,
Even if that meant I'd burn only half as long.
You wouldn't know from a name like mine,
If I was bold, serious, silly, or shy.
I wish you could tell like you can tell the time,
But names are reused, replaced, unlike moments that last and define.
I have a name that means nothing to the ears of a stranger.
My name is whatever you want it to be.