sparks a tiny candle flame
gradually it increases
slowly like a echo not quite formed
but not truly gone
A whispered thought
Time surely builds the warmth
now licks my unwarranted fingers
a sensation quite foreign to me
one single flame now grown into a dozen
blazing me with it's brilliance
An idea is molded
The beauty is too bright to ignore
its a chance, I reach out my unprotected hands
wanting to taste the risk of being burned
slowly it singes then scorches my skin
branding my brain
A sentence is formed
the heat leaps from my tongue
roaring from my lips
enticing me to do more
or my flame will die
gathering more witnesses
to my spectacle.
Action is taken
We carry our torches
and light the world on fire
destroying the norm
the sameness we've suffered
to onlookers it may seem
like utter chaos
but to us....
