Candle

 Hi

I was furious to see how time can move on

Like it wasn't already fast to go on

readily steady pace I thought it was

in reality it's a war between death and life

broken pieces have to melt together all at once

to be broken once again by the fire of your arm

so strong and delicate all at the same time

brittle but crystal of what I call mind

it seems like dreams are what we see in our thoughts

of the past or the future in the present time

to make sense of what wants to come or what went on

in a different wavelength of being that is more flexible than our time

best of luck to the ones who seem to know their path

their dreams will come true when they put enough effort to

but the ones who are looking for what to look

have to be a part in the system that is driven to a goal

gears and clutches, wires to carry the signals

wheels to spin, codes to run and bolts to be fastened on

to be made as a part of a whole which is moving on

like a pirate ship on the violent seas of days to come by

waking up everyday to see what the mistress of the sea wants to bring on

fighting the waves, going with the flow, and stepping away from the deck as we sail on

singing happy birthday to an idea to be born through our soul and mind