And so it seems,
everywhere I turn —
People scared of my fire
knowing not of my desire;
for by knowing would be
to unleash
a blazing torrent of my soul,
leaving me no choice but to
cast my light upon them —
They who think only of themselves
have no room therefore
for me.
So there we are —
Creating a point of reference where
mistakes start repeating,
feelings become fleeting;
our lives always coming back to this.