The curtains in my mind flutter as thoughts breeze through,

Forever playing on the chimes of my wants

Fanning the flames as they rise and fall with abandon… without Will….or reason ….or logic !

I know it is avarice but then who am I to hold a burning flame.

Who am I to question the brightness that that hurts the eye, or the darkness that resides below.

I am learning to play the game of light and dark- I steal, cheat, fake, pretend..

I cry and laugh, sing and sigh, dance and dream, moan and mimick,

I do it all. The drama sizzles scorches and ignites… I move along.

I am but a mortal aflame with wants, a creation of time, whose cravings precede immortality.

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