some people live too close.
to the tip of the flame
heat erodes your will
fills your head with hot air
you haven't yet learnt
the art of Art:
chasing the flame
whilst stopping short
long enough to dance
in its unware
but you can't grace anyone
with your presence
all your wants
turn you into a sadness
anyhow
wanting the thorns of a rose
is unwell and not good
living without expectation
is not stopping
long enough
to get Burned.
