Burning Fires

The dancing fires are its own Daring its flame we can never touch Playing beyond forces unknown Burning with only a purpose as such Catching its fire with eyes reflecting upon Painful yet luring, ghostly and seductive We see if only to see beyond And unless seen, we are limited and unproductive Burning with intent... I possess the passion Yet furiously trap remains my limit without means My every single day without completing life's mission Am I wasting my spending life in ever dreams? And its colors coordinates its single purpose Raging without remorse as it fuels me to death Ways without are without ways worth How much more in my nearing end am I left? I can understand its power Because the dancing fires are of my own Everyday disappears for my dying hour Am I the stranger in my own unknown?