Life is a passion
set, and built of desires
each alight like sparks
to set the souls afire
And in the burning there is pain;
the loss of hope, which burns first bright
and the leaving of ashes,
as all fires inevitably die
So then, shall we cease?
shall we shield our hearts
or block the longings of the soul?
No, no! Declare the wise men
for life is not life at all
when lived in the absence of fire
Author notes
Far too often we live lives as shadows, afraid to be real and not wanting to be completely non-existant. The thing about fire is that it is the one causing shadows to be cast, and so it is with those few who really become real; they make all those around them who live half heartedly be seen as the shadows they really are.
May we each be thick with that fiery kind of life.
-Thefallout
www.theeverlastingfallout.com
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