Something a little light hearted and surreal:
candles are burning a little too quick for my liking;
from the shop for only one pound,
what more can one expect?
apart from, dwindling light and wax only serves to remind
how quickly days, weeks diminish
before years have passed.
but it's too early for one to think of mortality,
but then there are always those gone
so young and so fast. then gone.
but i am young so my thoughts are always fleeting, aren't they?
always so quick to move on to new things
shiny and fresh, cat with a toy.
corner catches me again, i watch the wick burn further
and my mind trips back and the clock ticks
a chorus to bring forth death.
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