You are fire,
a burning, flowering flame
that consumes this world.
I watch you grow and conquer,
consuming challenges and benefit alike
with a hungry,
this world is not enough.
your inner light drives you through darkness,
as you burn away reason and doubt,
secure in your ownership of this world.
Through the fog of perception,
your brightness cuts a path
and you drive the chariot of your spirit
over the track of reality
with an unerring gaze on the future prize
that I cannot perceive,
nor begin to imagine.
I cannot mourn those for whom you cannot pause,
juggernaut heedless for the weak or wrong
trampled alike under the crush
of your momentum.
Your flame is a source of confidence,
sprung from whence I cannot see,
I am left wondering in awe
at your mettle.