A candle almost burnt out and who will take its place? Who is the next to burn? The next to lose faith? Down flies a moth, drawn towards the flame A moth now burned, a moth that had no name Hard it struggled. Tried all it may, freedom from itslef, it did not find this day And down the candle burns A wax drop on the floor Unable to show the strength that it had before It's losing the battle, not much more can it endure The flame eating it's own power so hungry, so unsure No more fight does it have left And darkness fills my room Strike a match, bring a flame And this whole thing shall start once again.
Reason for writing:
I guess it is a statement about the way the majority of
people get sucked into believing in what "society" says
is right.
Birth sign: Aries
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