The wick, it is burning, it flickers and wanes
It's extinguished beneath the pool from the blaze
The heat from the flame melts my soul just the same
As I try, to push further in vain
Cast my emulsion of sweat and success
On the floors of conceit and self consciousness
And as my soul cools in the calm of confess
I will try, to embrace this meekness
1:00am, March 7, 2012
Kevin Flick