Fragile

Walking on thin ice
Searching the universe for a new vice.

One wrong step could mean never again waking
One step... cracking, another step... breaking.
I watch as another piece of the path floats away
but from this path, I must not stray.

I finally see the frozen water's edge
I finally reach it, but now I'm looking down from a ledge.
No more path from here, what am I supposed to do?
Is this it, the end, am I finally through?

Then I see something across from me
Standing next to a twisted tree.
Then I see something across the pit
Standing over a small fire that he just lit.

Then I see another, then another
they... are... me... one, two, three, four.
We each walked different paths to reach this place
and confusion was clear on each ones' face.

Water, Earth, Air, and Fire
Each one with a different desire.
Frozen, Quaking, Tempest, Eruption
each one brings its own destruction.

What is it that I am here to learn?
Life, Live, Breathe, Burn!
The mind is
Gentle... Hostile...
Changeable... Fragile.

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