My candle burns me for the last time
I toss it aside, fading into the dark
I see a distant light shine
I wander towards it, afraid and cold
If I make it, I won't be blind
I'll feel the heat of it's spark
Would it burn like the one I left
I may travel off my road
I'll go out of my way to find it
What if it's not really there
I could go back for what I left
If it hasn't gone out
But both my singed hands and heart
Know that is not an option.
i could tell you that the more you get burnt, the more your nerve endings die and the less you feel, but you have a long way to go before that. besides, those [censored]ers regrow and eventually it hurts again when you get burned. oh well. [censored] going back to look through the garbage if the new candle turns out to be trash too. you usually find the treasures that everyone else misses when you aren't looking for that next source of fire on the beaten path.
Woot Fist one...haha...well i know exactly what your talking about and i hope that the light ends up being there in the end and i hope that you are happy when you find it...i wish all the best for you and i hope that everything works out for the best in your life.