Days Like Flames

Fire is the life we burn in

The Days Like Flames

 

 

These are the days of our lives
Wisps and smoke it's true
Sitting on the yellow of the flame moving into the blue.
That's where oxygen mixes and combusts.
Hard to think there, hard to trust.
Before you know your flailing into the smoke that becomes wisps of the day’s end
Till tomorrow, when we strike the match and we live in the flame again.