Flame of Life

Warmth is our addiction
We need it to survive
Whatever gives us that feeling
Whatever we have made our flame

We go back to it all the time
Regardless of good or bad
We allow it to grow
Though the growth can be dangerous

Even too much good can be bad
But too much bad is worse
For unlike good it takes root
Poisons for eons to come

Even now we need it
Without it, who would feel alive
Without that warmth, the flame
we’d all just be cold, alone in the dark