Sunday, March 11, 2012

Fire

A fire burns bright and hot that draws all to its flame. It burns of its own accord, wild and unchecked and untamable.

Those unafraid can redirect towards a higher purpose. Those who quake are consumed.

All are attracted, it warms, it inspires, it lights the way. But not all understand, wise enough to know not to control or repress.

Those ought to watch from a distance and move on once satisfied with the spectacle. Eternal spectators.

Burn, baby, burn.

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