Just when the coals have cooled,
When the flame burns dim.
Even I have been fooled.
Fuel poured on a smoking fire.
By manipulating hands.
Intoxicating flame burns yet higher.
Raging unleashed, uncaring.
Will pushes for control
But cannot be grasped
Intensity makes the whole.
Weakness is death
Lurking, inconspicous yet blaring.
Think about yourself.
Don’t ask how the world’s faring.
The answer is harsh
Sensitive ears recoil
That there is no brilliance
Mediocrity can’t soil.