Why does this always occur,
All hopes limited to a mere flicker,
When we see something burn,
We subject it to scrutiny and spurn,
And we find someone to blame,
But strange is this flame,
Despite agony and anguish,
This refuses to extinguish.
Here it is shining bright,
Sacrificing to give light,
But with the morn in abundance,
This too shall pass in irrelevance.
Again one more year in the dark,
Spent waiting for a spark.
