Stress what is in the present,

Selfishness is such a human trait,

Realization is the breaking dawn,

Satisfaction is a question mark.

Focused is not my embodiment,

Passion to capture each ray of life,

Running towards an unknown end,

Wishes to flip to the last page.

A single burning candle,

How despicable to be lighted for one,

To be burning for another,

Yet not knowing the purpose of melting.