Wick of Time

Burning the wick of time

We reach, our prime

As the flames of thought rise

They cloud the inner skies

The mind adds to the burn

Time isn’t its concern

Thoughts are rolled into a wick

Desires make it burn quick

When it melts and disappears

The body takes another shape

The light that the mind was

Will have a brand new cause

As the wick continues to burn

Why not use the light to turn

Darkness towards what’s bright

It will take us to a great height