When It Burns Out

When you lose something
It’s okay to lose it
To lose your mind and perspective
When you find something
It’s okay to keep it
Sometimes it belongs to you
When you hide something
It’s okay to forget it
It always seems to turn up
When you least expect it
It’s opportunistic
It burns up on reentry to your life

Sometimes life is like the smoke
From a candle
When it burns out
Nostalgia mixed with death
And then it’s over

When it’s cold outside
It’s quiet
Loud and cold seems unreasonable
When it’s hot outside
You can feel it
You boil inside like anger
When it rains in your head
Thoughts clouded
It’s hard to think of what to say next
When you finally find it
The words flow
Like your mental reservoir draining

Sometimes life is like the smoke
From a candle
When it burns out
Nostalgia mixed with death
And then it’s over

When the wind blows
Sometimes
It can put out your fire
When you travel through time
Normally
At one second per second
When you get there
You find the trip is 
Better than the destination
When you’re leaving, it’s moving
It’s motion
It’s going somewhere, somewhere

Sometimes life is like the smoke
From a candle
When it burns out
Nostalgia mixed with death
And then it’s over

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