I'm just a lamp. You're just a bulb. I give you power. You give me light. I stand tall and strong, waiting to be used. You roll around, fragile, easily breakable. Together we ignite something beautiful, that makes the world a little brighter. It's nothing magic, just how we were wired. One day I will fall, my intricate shade will crack. My solid base absorbs the shock, so you remain intact. Turned loose from me, you're ******* back into the old lamp from the closet. Amazing, it still lights up, covered in dust and cobwebs. A little warmer, yet a little more dim. The only problem now, is that lingering scent, of burning dust and cobwebs.