A thought in its bloom

~Confessions of the flame ~

You'll understand it
The way it's heart dances amidst the pain
Amidst the tumultuous colors
Blended in the fiery rain
It's not a dance it's a game
It's the surprising confession of the flame

Kill or be killed
Give oxygen to those who breathe or be suffocated

It's not selfish
The false have been berated

you say it burns your house and steals your air

But in retrospect be fair

Had it not been for the fire your life would not be there