Flickering and feeble,
We enter the world as a flame.
Sputtering and reaching,
We leave it much the same.
Our span is unknown to us
We are merely wicks within wax.
The life we burn through is gone
We have no use in looking back.
When it comes to the future,
We can fathom and we can guess.
But the present….
We find that there, we are best.
In our short time alight,
we reach for a goal.
Some to burn, some to grow
We are trying to be whole.
And as we flicker,
And as we sputter,
And as the shadows loom,
And as our wick merely glows
At the last drop of wax,
The darkness is forever beat back.
For the memory of our flame
No misery can claim.
Flickering and feeble,
We enter the world as a flame.
Sputtering and reaching,
We leave it much the same.
