the room is dark but my face is bright,
candle wicks glow with a soft gleaming light,
my mouth forms an o, a moment of wonder,
and darkness comes again, until next year yonder.
yet when next year comes, ill feel the heat stronger,
one more candle is lit, and it makes me ponder,
something ridiculous, like have i grown rounder?
and how long until all snow is downpour?
how long do we have until we begin mourning,
until no one greets the sun ‘good morning”,  
and people turn cruel, though it brings them no prize,
while the rich just get richer, wealth blinding their eyes,
as all those in need begin growing in number,
and all those with greed become dumber and dumber,
people grow confused when they reap what they sow,
unaware we’ve stooped to an all-time low,
as the extinction of our empathy looms near,
and all we know is confusion and fear,
as the world slowly burns down, the sight familiar,
I’ll blow out my candles, humanity disfigured.