A CandleA flame, swaying not in its own light-A Candle by ThatBlueGuy
to and fro, indecisive but bright.
It burns its wick steady all around;
to and fro, two directions profound.
One side burns hot, but neither burns warmer-
yet to and fro it goes - which is better?
Alone the ember loses its hold-
to and fro, hurry now or else grow cold.
In this pool of wax the ember dances-
to and fro no more, gone are its chances.