A Storm Made of Light

Scorching-rayed sun, or snow-sheets of white
bring clothes for each, expect both tonight
 

There are no tracks, no path to follow
no password entry, no secret hollow
I feel the pull of all that there is,
all that I should be, all that i will miss
 

A Machine that can only burn bright, and then out
to ignite and to sear all lingering doubt
 

The toll it takes, a price too high
miles between, two goals, two sides
 

The faster we go, the faster we break
The more fuel you feed, the more it will take
 

Your senses know, as others can not,
but soon it begins to blur
through time the images fade and grow hazy,
with ages the words will slur
 

Stability grows as dreams decay,
crumble in peace, and trade them away
 

Passion, a flame, for they who afford
to fuel the machine, with all they can sell
Give it your all, no offer too small
You've just enough soul, to deliver a shell
 

And in the end as I've known all along,
inferno has blazed, leaving but ash
The last of your cables break loose to fly
And charred remains find home in the trash

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