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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?