As I shape, twist, and turn...
I try to mold my own destiny,
But still, struggles confront me...
Why are you still testing me?
I could respond with anger,
Or I could just hunch my shoulder...
Or I could suprise you and come down on you as hard as a boulder...
As the Future arrives and becomes Present...
As the Present becomes a Past day,
Just as a thought passes through my brain...
You could be forgotten the same way...
As I stare into a candle...
As that candle begins to burn...
I remember wasting so much time wondering when will be my turn...
I keep moving...
I Cry...
I Breath...
Nothing new happens under the Sun,
But I promise you, you'll never think of the stuff I conceive...
Why place me as average when i'm destine for higher...
I Flames could talk...
They'd be silent...
Confessions of Phire
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