When a fire runs thin,
How do you stoke it?
Add more kindle to the bin,
Or protect it with a mitt?
No heat from this flame is given,
Enough light to see nothing.
The destiny by what is driven?
What can be done if anything?
The fire will leave them cold,
The fire will leave them blind,
The fire with them grows old,
The fire with them loses its mind.
Stoke the fire that leaves with nothing,
And maybe it may become something,
What is better than this is anything,
And with the right fire, what happens is everything.
Ambition is dwindling,
Where to delve?
I need some kindling,
To save myself.
