Burn Out
Every fire is different,
No matter how it burns.
No matter how the fire may blaze,
Or how the flames may turn.
Hypnotized we sit and watch,
The colors and the hues.
The red and orange and scarlet,
The indigo and blue.
Eventually the fire burns out,
No indigo or blue.
A final flicker then its gone.
Just like me and you.
