Oh! There it goes into a dense labyrinth, away from warmth

For it thinks darkness is solitude, far from conniving creatures

Who try to change its path by being preachy,

Wheedle it out of thorny adventures

To embrace what is

Accepted by

Society.

Ah! There it rejoices feeling sorted, away from the usual craze

But pity, it is now caught in an inextricable maze

Whose tentacles slit through it, till the mind slumps.

A flame that long burns itself

Can break the shackles

Set thoughts

Free.