Indie Scribe Magazine April 2014 | Page 53

How sad it is, our life

jumping from light to light

never able to stop

and feel the warmth

that is stored inside

we just touch it, it’s cold

we fall back, we don’t realize!

Oh, how easily tricked we are

surrounded by so many things

that worth have none,

distracted by lights

that falsely shine,

just like fireflies,

oh, how fast we die!

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