the candle
The flicker of yellow presents itself to me,
The dripping of the wax all in harmony.
I hear the echos of the silent actions,
All without a beaming distraction.
The candle passes no ill judgement,
Just sits and melts with a proper faction.
I look upon it in it's greatness,
Wondering what exactly causes such sedateness.
Then without warning, the candle goes out,
Leaving me with serious doubt.
It is then I realize that candle is me,
All but a lost child without a purpose to be.
Where did that innocence go?
All but a proper ignorant flow.
The candle was a baby,
No one could be so savy.
When it went out I grew,
Into a proper adult, a fool.
I judge and wonder what is with people all the time,
I ask myself, "God, why would I spare a dime?"
Instead of being one with no hate in my heart,
I realize, that as an adult, I've grown into that part...
The flicker of yellow presents itself to me,
The dripping of wax all in harmony.
I hear the echos of the silent actions,
All without a beaming distraction.
The candle passes no ill judgement,
Just sits and melts with a proper faction.
I miss being that candle, all lit and kind,
Now all I am is one, with the times.