Life is the wind in which we ride

We can't run away from it or grasp back for it

When we look at it we see right through it

Yet, there are those of us who feel and reconize it and who appreciate it

Life is a candle that is bound to die

A flame flickers and survives, yet, for others die out early

Sometimes, candles burn and chokes itself and others

And sometimes, candles provide the light that leads to the safest path

Life itself is nothing but a flicker in the world that surrounds us

We can brightly burn for the breif second we have and leave a mark that stay forever

We live for the life of others, or most for themselves

When we eventually run out of the fuel we all despretly burn on, we misguide and hurt others

Yet always at the end, as hard as one might try, eventually, they will be smothered out by themselves