A candle among darkness
I'll burn my soul and die
But glowing is what I do
And from that I do not shy.
Candles all around me
All solid, all standing
But none exudes brightness
- "For what's the point in burning?"
"Burn burn burn!", I say,
"Burn your whole wax into ash & others dismay
Burn for your neighbour
Your dog, your love, your thingalings
But keep burning."
Or what else
Is the way to living?
