To play a game,
With the dancing flame,
Is a dangerous move,
As history proves.

You must keep it lit,
and also control it.
Keep it small,
and don't let it fall.

If you lose you will burn,
and your loved ones will mourn.
If you win you will gain,
but not without pain.
Fire is a tool,
and consumes the fool.

Flames are burning to destroy the old
The new will be made from ashes.
New ideals and truths uncovered.
Don’t you know what happens
When you play with fire?
You will get burnt.
Reason with
Flames or
Burn.

Tapping and clicking,

A and B,

Select and Start,

Wasting my thumbs away.

Reacting with speed,

or with mindful strategy.

Point A to point B,

or aimless wandering.

Slam in the cartridge

and boot up the game.

Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Why am I still doing this?
Failure...
I'm only making the situation worse.
Failure...
Why can't I stop?
Why is this necessary?
Meanwhile, another failure...
Can I do this?
Failure...
Is it possible?
Failure...
I need to do this.
Failure...
In order to better myself.
Failure...
In order to better my surroundings.
Failure...
I my must keep trying.
Failure...
To break the cycle.
Failure...
And achieve my goal!
Failure...
Failure...
Failure...
Success.

The sea of mystery.
A silent beast,
Drawing those foolish enough to attempt to swim it,
To their watery grave.
The wind of change,
Brings in the new and strange,
And blows out the old and familiar.
The flames of destruction,
Stop for no one.
They consume all in their path.
The stone of steadfastness,
Standing high and resolute.
A silent guardian,
In a foolish world.

Passionate, bright flames,
they last for but a moment,
to become nothing.

Demonic, for it
consumes your being, a hole
ever expanding.

My hands are trembling,
my mouth is dry.
My toes are numb,
my stomach is churning.
This feels like a dream.
I look at you,
a body missing its soul,
an empty shell of a human.
As the comforting cover of disbelief shatters,
cold, paralyzing waves of realization wash over me.
You’re gone.

We are living
in an imperfect world,
yet we still seek perfection.
Why?
Why do we do this,
when we know we will never find it?
For the same reason we do anything that’s useless.
We do it,
not for the end result,
but for the process of getting there.
Will we ever achieve perfect love, truth, justice, beauty,or unity?
No,
but that doesn’t keep us from trying.
If the world was perfect,
what cause would there be worth fighting for?
That,
is the perfection of imperfection.
We always chase it,
but it’s always just out of reach.
If we find it,
what,
would we do with it?

******, crimson moon,
The souls of those who've fallen,
Pleading for comfort.

O golden guardian!
O sun above!
Guide me through
this darkest night.
I’ll trust in you
to shine your light.
Send me just one brilliant ray
and through this challenge I’ll never fall astray.
Burn the prize
into my eyes
and send me forth
on the path of radiance.