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The fire of your passion.
Of your rage
Of your life
Would make the stars laugh
If they could even see you 

You are a senseless flame
Hiding behind a flesh
That cries in secret
and judges other insignificant flames
Behind insignificant scars 

You are a light that needs to burn
A light that this rat race has made putrid 

No wonder the stars
Laugh cynically
At these little flames
Ashamed
Of the light they shed 

You must burn
A cage will be your payment 

Perhaps it is better to
Willfully miss
The rushing sparks
Of dreams 

Through cold fingers