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,


unthinking passion-

this world is not enough.



your inner light drives you through darkness,

through mediocrity

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.




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