a collection of scattered thoughts

Gas and Candlewax

08/07/18
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It's funny how we've tamed the dangerous;

That or we're just playing our fates

Unpredictable, still unknown

Yet we strick a match, flick the flint.

Assumptions arise, higher than the flames on the wick.

This is ours, this is mine,

What happened to peace of mind?

I can still smell the gas from the lighter,

Mingling with the scent of waxy fire.

I watch as the candle burns through it's fuel

Wondering when I'll be put out too

It's only about time

But even gone I'll leave a black residue

Changed state

Changed me

Forever residing glued to the flame brought to life

By a mere finger trick

No escape

Just a cycle

Just a cycle,

Of Gas and Candlewax.