Our Flames

This pursuit is made out to be thorny and hard

It needs dedication and a closed heart
While the passion lies dying somewhere in the dark
Unfound, unloved, relinquished until the last breath
Fleeting moments rekindle the lost spirit, the unrequited love
The warm hand is now resting in an unkind glove

Go for gold and abandon your inner self

The dying flame is now on its last breath
Your passion never left but hides in fear
Of all that you now hold dear

Doors kept opening and shutting with a soft thud

The unspoken truth bobs gently in your blood
They call it success, a product of hard work and focus
When all it is made of is a resounding escape
Deep in the ashes of your core burns a weak ember
Its dying light changing hues from yellow to pitch black

Go for gold and abandon your inner self

The dying flame is now on its last breath
Your passion never left but hides in fear
Of all that you now hold dear

Oh to find that feeling again, the essence of my inner being

The allure that took me has seized me too hard